{"id":47449,"date":"2025-10-10T08:56:35","date_gmt":"2025-10-10T12:56:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/?p=47449"},"modified":"2025-10-10T08:56:35","modified_gmt":"2025-10-10T12:56:35","slug":"easy-chair","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/2025\/10\/10\/easy-chair.html","title":{"rendered":"Easy Chair"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Sitting in my easy chair, which has had a not-so-easy time of it in recent months. I bought this mission-style recliner must be 25 years ago now. It was a goal of mine to procure this beast. Its leather has torn and there are stains to explain but for the act of sitting and reclining upon it remains a triumph. It is too comfortable for me to be typing these words, you see. This chair does not challenge, it appeases. My only other place of equal comfort is the bathtub, and maybe the bed, but the bed is occupied by ghosts. You know the kind. Change of subject. Back to the chair. My mother often repeated a tag line she read somewhere, maybe a newspaper or magazine advertisement. By her reckoning the line was &#8220;THERE COMES A TIME IN LIFE WHEN YOU NEED A GOOD CHAIR.&#8221; It was probably an advertisement for a &#8220;throne&#8221; type of chair, Archie Bunker&#8217;s chair, which was really nothing special. We had one growing up. It was dad&#8217;s chair exclusively until he left. The ad my mother recalled would not have been an ad for this chair in which I presently semi-recline. But this is a GOOD CHAIR. Why is that word not aging well in the context of this context? CHAIR CHAIR CHAIR starts to sound like it means something else, exotic and obscene. Christ, I feel cold. I think we are done with 80\u00b0F and the season will finally turn. Bigass storm on Sunday? Wow, it&#8217;s only 47\u00b0 outside. I was sunning it just yesterday. I met up with a friend at a bar. I had not been in a bar for probably 2 years, and that incident was itself quite isolated. I don&#8217;t like bars anymore, and they don&#8217;t like me. They&#8217;ve become stupidly expensive and needless. But we had a nice time of it, catching up on boring each other with our respective life&#8217;s travails. He&#8217;s sick, I&#8217;m sick; he&#8217;s rich, I&#8217;m not. Dammit, I&#8217;m cold sitting here like this. Just yawned like a mountain lion. Today is alleged to be the day I swap out the 600 watt PSU with the new 750 watt PSU. It seems daunting to me and I will probably put it off as long as possible. There is urgency, though. If the PSU does not work or fit with the old PC I have 30 days to return it. I&#8217;m not a hardware guy. I don&#8217;t like opening the chassis and plucking at wires and pins. I&#8217;m also just feeling cold as ass today, and trembly. Yesterday at the bar we briefly discussed the woman I was with last year, which I&#8217;ve dubbed &#8220;The Year of the Horny Girlfriend&#8221; as she was so fucking insatiable. It could be just a \u00bd hour after we did the deed and she&#8217;d ask &#8220;Do you want to lie down?&#8221; But nothing else about her was easy. The easy ones never are. Something I forget, because it doesn&#8217;t matter, is how powerfully beautiful she is. Anywhere we went, and I mean anywhere, the catcalls and rude comments came like a rain. She acted as if she hated it (and I think she probably did) but later she would brag about the comments and one time she claimed a rapper made up a ditty on the spot just for her and her 60-year old radiance. That radiance mixed with Choctaw ruggedness and an agelessly slender physique made her the desire one in virtually every ciscumstanc we shared. But I was over it. Beauty turned to dirt when her anger and insecurities burst. I never looked at her as a beautiful woman after experiencing that. But it was her beauty that she presumed would wield its power over me, that would make me stay with her and grovel for her kindness after she told me to fuck off. Nothing doing. When a woman tells me to fuck off that is exactly what I do. She likely did not expect that. She needed conflict and drama and all that bullshit I have no patience for any longer. I am prone to abusive relationships and I guess I always will be. Perhaps the most abusive relationship I have is with myself. But I was not going to let this woman get away with this bullshit. I dodged this one. She later called to say she fucked this one up. No argument there. I will now go stare at the innards of my desktop PC.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sitting in my easy chair, which has had a not-so-easy time of it in recent months. I bought this mission-style recliner must be 25 years ago now. It was a goal of mine to procure this beast. 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