I am a rug. I spend all day pushed down by the weight of others, most notably other furniture. I can’t comprehend why my owners think that just because I live in their house, that gives them the right to step all over me all the time. Why can’t they just lessen the load on my shoulders sometimes?
Yes, it is a rugged existence. I don’t get rewarded for my contributions to the household. The lamp gets a new light bulb every now and then, but when some child spills his Sippy-Cup on me, what do I get? A replacement rug section? No. I get a new piece of ugly and heavy furniture to smother me some more in the process of covering up my blemishes.
When I keep the floor warm, when I help add to the feng shui, and when I provide natural slide-proof flooring, I get ignored until you decide to invite more people over to step on me some more, when you suck the life out of me with a vacuum. What an adventure my life is.
Tl;dr I am a rug.
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