Welcome to my office, sometimes. It is not always this glorious but there can be long stretches of the kind of work that connects you to the earth. It is good therapy if you struggle with reality. There are simple rules and provable outcomes. The righteousness involved is often life or death. It either is or it isn't correct and subjective ideology and make-em-ups have no place here.
If you are calling a 2x4 a thingy stick or a tree jubilee or a dolphin zing, you will not survive the winter.
If you think a nail gun is a head-scratcher then you can objectively meet god.
Not sure what I am getting at here but it is true. Like for sure.

Guilty as charged. I like wearing carpenter bags. My main tools hug my body and it feels like an exoskeleton of building power. I watch many scramble for their tools which are strewn about. And they ask to borrow mine. A carpenter who often asks for tools to be handed to them is burdensome. This is a person who has psychological issues and they are trying to express power by enacting Master-Slave scenarios. Which often stems from deep-seated insecurity. Which is fine I guess, but if you have to ask, just move and I will do it because you can't.
Tell me I'm wrong.

There are tons of ways to die on a Framing site. Falling is the least of my worries. Tied off or not. Mostly I fear the mistakes of others, but the injury is inevitable.
I love working outside and walking on 4-inch wide beams hauling 100 pounds of wood, metal, and dangling power tools over a span. And then banging the wood into my will, then tearing it back out again. ;) haha.
During better days, Framers can feel like kids playing in the sandbox.
Your house was built by hand, nail by nail. An outwardly appearing scumbag dirtball type that you will never meet did it. No AI here yet.
Mad respect for all Framers.