Yes, the Neil Diamond song.
I want to find that emotionally unavailable chair and punch it in the taint.
That is all.
It’s not the chair’s fault. You have to speak up if you expect the chair to hear you. They’re usually a little hard of hearing.
When you want to cause physical harm to an inanimate object that refuses to acknowledge your very existence, then maybe you need to re-evaluate your very existence.
:crickets:
I don’t think we should have to stand for this.
Here, grab a chair.
What if the chair doesn’t want to be grabbed?
ETA: Maybe I should have couched that in different terms.
Is…is that Clint Eastwood talking to the chair?
While we’re on the subject, consider the line* “I’m not a man who likes to swear/But I never cared/For the sound of being alone”*.
Okay, I’m guessing the sound of being alone is silence so this guy talks to himself. But what does swearing have to do with it? If you don’t like to swear just say something else.
Neil always was mostly a Solitary Man.
Some chairs just aren’t musical.
I’m reclining to comment.
Sofa, so good.
Scene from the movie that will be made from this song:
Neil: I am.
Chair: Are you talking to me? Well, I’m the only one here. Who do you think you’re talking to? You talking to me?
Wood you like me to pad this thread? Or rock it? Or cushion it?
I live alone, and I talk to myself a lot at home. But I do not expect the furniture to respond. Or even listen.
I think it’s clear that Neil Diamond had a problem with that particular rhyme and thinking of words that fit. He could have reversed the two lines:
“I am”… I said
To no one there
And no one heard at all
So I started to swear
And I’m not a man who talks to a chair
But I never cared
For the sound of being alone
Was Scumpup banned for cruelty to domestic furniture?