|The one with the couch theory ...
||[Jun. 30th, 2006|02:37 pm]
I once saw this cantonese/mandarin movie which says that relationships are somewhat like couches.
Which when you spent time thinking about it ( me while I was lying on the bed with my legs leaning against the wall creating an L) is quite true.
Like for instance the 1st guy I fall for. As a couch he was eye catching. When I first set eyes, I knew I had to get it. But when it was delivered I was confused as to where to put it. The royalness colour of the couch don't match the walls of my house. So after weeks of it siting there, in the middle of the house, I decided to put it in one of the smaller rooms. Why? Because like I say, it don't match the wall, and the small room is a personal room. Therefore only I am able to see it.
It was alright at 1st. People close to me did not get to see or even sit on that royal maroon couch, (maroon = royal colour.) For a while I was elated at having a secret couch.
Then I realise, was it even comfortable to sit on? Will it provide the security I needed? So I did the one thing that never crossed my mind when I first bought it.
I sat on it.
It was hard. The cushion did not hug my ass the way I want it to. So I tried a different position. The conclusion was the same. This couch was not what I expect it to be. But I was in denial mode.
I bought this couch, and it would be mine for eternity. So I put it out in the front, where it is open to the eyes of others. They commented on how the couch don't work with the interior. Or how its not comfortable. But I was adamant to make the whole thing work.
I painted a different colour for the walls. I changed the curtain. I inspected my work. I was happy. The interior matched the couch. But I felt like I was in a stranger's home. And still, the cushions are as hard as ever.
I grew tired. So I put the couch back in the small room. It was a secret yet again. It always was a secret. I did not enter the room for a long time. The couch began to gather dust in the dark room. Occasionally I do sat on it. But it was still the same.
Then one day I heard it calling out for me.
I sat on it again. It was a bit softer now. But by then it was too late. So I threw it out hoping it'll find a better user for itself. And me? I realised I should have thrown it out sooner.
On the other hand, once while I was in Ikea. I came upon this dirty looking yellow couch. It does not look appealing to the eye. Furthermore the colour is not really my favourite colour in the world. So I just walked past it.
It was still there on my second visit.
On the third visit, I decided to check it out. So I sat on it. It was without a doubt one of the best couches I have set my ass on.
I feel like I was enveloped into a warm hug. I could feel asleep knowing I will be protected. No backache. No headache. Just pure bliss.
I urge my mum to buy it.
" The colour don't go with the blue walls. And the colour is too light. Stains will be hard to come out."
I let out a big sigh knowing she is right. The mum is always right. I cast a look at it again, knowing the yellow devil have settled in my heart. Vowing, that one day when I do have my own house, I will get a couch like that. A couch that provides an immense sense of security. A couch that after many years, I could still look at fondly and jump right into even though it could be full of stains or the leather would have cracked.
On my last visit to Ikea, the couch was no more. I sure hope to god it found a good ass to hug. An ass that knows the good quality of the couch.
Couch -assing- potato. ^_^