The one by my desk is black, maybe with some speckles of gray. It has wheels and arm rests and a lever to adjust the height. It is touted to be quite ergonomical, and though I find it more comfortable than others, I hate this chair.
During a weekly meeting today, I sat in a different one than I normally do. It was wooden with a slightly rounded back. I didn’t really like this one much either, but sure enough, my ass was glued to it for about two hours during that meeting. When I stood to walk up the stairs and begin sitting in the aforementioned chair, I realized that I hate the wooden one as well.
When it was time for me to return home, I walked down the stairs and sat down (again) in the seat of my car, which is really another name for a chair that can sometimes be comfortable enough to sleep in during long road trips. I sat in this one, made from a dead animal, for the entirety of my commute home through traffic and traffic lights. When I walked in my front door, the first thing I saw was my couch–a long blue chair, really. Though I felt tired from a full day of chair-sitting, I couldn’t bring myself to lower my butt cheeks onto the fabric.
My cat dozed for more than hour in a big plush chair in my living room. He does this for the majority of the day, I’d say, for at least 8 hours. I wonder, how can he allow his body to become part of this chair for so long? Is he being paid to sit in this chair? His eyes are closed and he looks more peaceful than I ever do while sitting in my chair(s). Does what you think about, not think about, or dream about whilst in the chair make a difference?
After a long slumber, the cat is now running wildly from the kitchen into the living room, bounding off furniture, and doing it all again. Later, I myself ran and walked around outside. I strangely felt as if I were a human, a real and alive being.
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(I just realized that I was sitting in a chair, a white metal one with a vintage cushion, while writing this entire story.)
1 Comment
August 19, 2009 at 5:07 am
i love you and joe. willl you tell joe that? and will you tell joe that he’s invited to the piney woods tock? if you have questions about the piney woods tock then ask your sister because i’m too drunk and vile to say aboust that such tiiiiink. rilly im3e so drunmk idont care to look at what i’m done.