It’s easy to define myself in terms of what isn’t the least bit important. I could state dozens of facts about myself; my social niche, style, appearance, activities and origins. I could tell you that I commute, that I’m a sister and a girlfriend that reads books like Catch-22 and that I don’t get trashed on the weekends.
I can tell you that I’m a commissioned artist for local businesses around my town, that I’m a medical receptionist to pay my way through college, or that I can’t think of a better game than Settlers of Catan. I’m vain enough own makeup, yet not enough to take the time to put it on half of the time. I’m also classy enough to get into Applebee’s.
By reading the above you have no idea of who I am. Harder to communicate is that I’m an armchair.
Surely you’ve seen an armchair. You have one in your living room or in your life. When people are fatigued and stressed they flop their weight upon me. When it rains, they cuddle into me for comfort. I bear the burden of their fidgety troubles, providing a place for them to just sit and be. Those that I love will never find a more comfortable part of their home. I don’t think I’ll ever be capable of getting up and walking away.
Most of all, when the sun shines through the windows around me, I can’t do anything but feel the presence of those I love and to cherish every ordinary activity.
I don’t mind being an armchair.
I cannot believe it has taken me this long to read your introduction blog! I really like the way you compared yourself to an arm chair, it was very interesting and well written. It is also pretty awesome to hear someone else use the word classy! My best friend and I say it a lot but I have never really heard anyone else until now. It was nice to read some things about you. :)
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