the monster is gone

reading her blog makes clear that gf's approach to the couch differs a little from mine.
I didn't hate it, as one might think, but I didn't exactly love it either. I always felt it was too big for the room and since it was a little bit older it also wasn't entirely latest fashion either. I didn't have anything against the stains or slight discoloring in some places. that's just what happens with time. actually, the couch was in a pretty good shape.
nonetheless it was a big, lurking navy and cream colored monster of a couch that was uncomfortable to sit on, sleep on or hang out on. It couldn't be cleaned properly because either one would have to use all the chemical compounds in a chemical kit (one of which I always wanted to have, but never got for christmas) and then ruin your skin sitting on it or just make do with a vacuum cleaner and hope the dust at least comes off. In our case,...well our vacuum cleaner is a little weak. I hate stuff that will not be cleaned properly. Not that I do it so often, but when I do, I wanna do it good.
we kept the little brother though, a little cube-shaped sit-on thing that served as deposition posibility for all sorts of stuff like bags and cushions and the like.
So this is my good bye to the monster I've grown to not enirely hate.

Giving is just taking for someone else.

When someone provides the service of selling goods it’s an offer to the public. The shopkeeper offers to provide goods. And people take the offer and go and get the goods.
Nothing special, just economy.
But the thought of it is much older and not so public.
Let’s say, I have the possibility of obtaining knowledge or if I already have the knowledge and I find out that a friend might need it. I will gladly offer to provide the info. After all it’s a friend in need.
And of course I offer my services perchance to have them accepted by the friend. I don’t offer to have made the offer. That’s stupid.
So making an offer to a friend is what I call social economy.
Now, the friend is not paying for the service of course, but here’s the deal. It’s friendship. Maybe at some point in my life this friend will have something I need and maybe the friend will be willing to give it to me. And should this not be the case then the currency we’re dealing with here can always be a thank you, a smile or the fact that the friendship can continue.
No one is forcing the shopkeeper to offer a service and no one is forcing the friend to offer the info but both do it to get something back.
The shopkeeper gets the money, the friend gets the friendship.

Not everything in life is as noble as it seems sometimes.