‘Cushions’ were supposed to be a thing of comfort. Over time, however, they have evolved to a level where they seem to be the rightful owners of your sofa sets. So much so, that sometimes it looks like other home dwellers need to seek their permission before even thinking about sharing their space.
The cushions that rule our big “comfy” sofa are the most respected members of our family. No one in the family has the right to dethrone them. Regular sofa-‘space’-battles are frequent and are almost always won by them. And even when you try to co-exist peacefully on the sofa, some way or the other, these little pricks are constantly reminding you of their presence!
This arrogance did not occur to them overnight. Cushions have worked hard for it. Those things that were once primary weapons to attack one’s siblings have successfully exploited the loopholes in the humans’ constant endeavour to look better. Hence they kept growing bigger and teamed-up with cushion covers. Covers that are now, supposedly, a representative of their owner’s coolness, geekiness, humour, or modern-yet-contemporary-ness. They made humans perceive a sofa with basic or minimalistic cushioning as ‘uncool’. What followed can be termed as ‘The Wrath of the K(ushio)n”. We started seeing sofas in which one would have to search for a 3-year-old if left unattended. If the sofa weren’t “plush” enough, people started loading them with these monstrosities to make them look so.
Come to think of it — in an afterlife, given a choice, I would want to be a cushion — not just any cushion, but a sofa cushion. Until then, sadly, the argument continues.
I get confused when someone wishes me to “stay blessed”. My main contention then becomes, are you — the blesser, putting the ball in my — the potential blessee’s court? If so, then that’s totally uncalled for. C’mon, my plate might be already full with a number of other, more important, tasks. I don’t need any new responsibility, especially the abstract, divine kinds, to be bestowed upon me. That too, unsolicited.
Hadn’t it been politically incorrect, I would have definitely countered the one who conveniently handed out this mammoth of a task upon me. Why couldn’t the person keep it to herself/himself, with a simple prefix of “I hope” — “I hope you stay blessed”. As is apparent, that would have kept things light, goodwill would have been conveyed, and everyone would have gone home happy.
I think people, kind of, consider it in the league of “take care”, but it’s just that they believe that “take care” is so 80’s and sounds un-hep. But I’m far more happy with “take care” because that’s something tangible, as I know that the onus is very much on me. (Also, because experiments have shown that the absence of “taking care” might have catastrophic outcomes.) An absence of “staying blessed”, umm..I don’t know — it’s debatable. I’m better off with “stay healthy”, “stay happy” and/or “take care”, thank you very much!
The shift to WordPress from Livejournal (LJ) triggered a chain of mixed emotions. I realized what all I have been missing just because of hanging on to an ailing blogging platform. I guess, apart from my laziness, a big reason I stopped blogging on LJ was that it was so uneasy to blog there! WordPress has made it so simple — like this window that I’m blogging from right now — it’s just a drop down that I got after clicking on ‘New Post’ just below my browser bar.
Yes, I accept, it’s a feeling that I have been living in the stone-age of blogging all this time!