Sunday, August 27, 2006

Of beanbags n books


23 years i have lived without the comfort of that bag of bliss. 23 years of seeking comfort against a wall, on the arm of a chair, on staircases, on grass, hanging off the edge of the bed, on the pot, planted on massive tree roots, on a swing, on a picnic chair underneath a bright picnic umbrella, on a barstool. The quest for that one comfortable spot. No, i speak not in sexual terms(despite the, as i notice now, glaring connotations!).

The beanbag. The wonder bag. And its close relationship with a book. sorry to disappoint you!

Right, so the trick is to throw yourself on it. And by throw i mean just that. No seating yourself down tenderly, no jumping onto it. You gotta loosen up, and let yourself fall. Yeah i'm free, free fallin. It's like sinking into a sack full of soft downy feathers. sigh. And the nicest nicest thing about a bean bag is how welcoming it is. It doesn't throw u back up (like that horrid bouncy castle! ok fine i adore the bouncy castle, but i really don't like being hurled about the universe at all times, u know.)The beanbag lets you snuggle in. Adjusts itself so you're comfortably cocooned. Lets you dig your own cubby hole.

A beanbag doesn't protest. And it most definitely doesn't have fun injuring you. Unlike the blasted wall that'll knock you on the head, or the silly chair that'll squeak like mad and then just break (just like that. one minute you're sitting on it peacefully, and the next, ur halfway to the floor). Or the swing that'll give you nausea and the grass that'll deviously produce a hundred ants. So tell me, if you're going to be so busy looking after your physical well-being, where's the time to read the book you sat down to?

Which is where the beanbag fits in (pun intended). Big ass, small ass, top heavy, bottom heavy, lopsided, disproportiate, beanpole or midget, slouched or convented (oh thank you, ye matrimonials, for this glorious word. I use it specifically in reference to posture, here), this miracle will never mock you.

The boon of the bean. And yes, there's the book too.:)

7 Comments:

At August 28, 2006 1:22 am, Anonymous Anonymous said...

yeah, beanbags rule!
u used to read on a picnic chair under a bright plastic umbrella? why? where?

hmm, i wonder what kind of ass i have.

 
At August 28, 2006 1:42 am, Blogger themovingfinger said...

not plastic umbrella, picnic umbrella! on the beach!!coz it's fun!

hmm, u've got me thinkin bout my ass too.

 
At August 28, 2006 10:25 am, Anonymous Anonymous said...

u are obviosuly spending waaaaaaaay too much time in my room!
a liitle note thanking the person who bought a beanbag into your life (i.e me) would be appreciated!

 
At August 28, 2006 2:07 pm, Blogger themovingfinger said...

i love u- muah! i also think u ought to spend more time at work:D

 
At August 28, 2006 8:10 pm, Blogger ru said...

:D. wht fun.
have linked you now.

 
At August 29, 2006 3:57 pm, Blogger serendipiduous said...

haaay ...wat is this communications and media industry that u r supposed to be a part of...*raises eyebrows rolls eyes *
(though it humanly impossible to achieve botth of themn together)
i second walrus though...
Beanbags do rule..:)

 
At August 29, 2006 6:51 pm, Blogger themovingfinger said...

serendipiduous, do not u steal my haiii (not haaay!)...!haan, and the comm n media industry i'm in is the same one u're in:) newmedia employing written medium of communication toh!

 

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