Our household just acquired for free a beautiful, solid oak and glass, antique display cabinet.
I hate it.
I don't care how many thousands of dollars it may be worth or how beautiful it looks, When I saw it, taking up all that space, so big, so clunky, so...immovable and heavy, so unmatching, i felt like another chain was attached to our lives. That thing is never leaving our house, and most likely, it will never move from the spot where it sits right now. Give me cheap, lightweight, disposable, non-sentimental particle board furniture from Ikea; I don't want these....fetters. Because that's what our new cabinet is, a great big pain in the ass that won't easily fit into our lives nor easily leave our lives . We are stuck with this fucking thing, and I resent that fact.
I hate it.
I don't care how many thousands of dollars it may be worth or how beautiful it looks, When I saw it, taking up all that space, so big, so clunky, so...immovable and heavy, so unmatching, i felt like another chain was attached to our lives. That thing is never leaving our house, and most likely, it will never move from the spot where it sits right now. Give me cheap, lightweight, disposable, non-sentimental particle board furniture from Ikea; I don't want these....fetters. Because that's what our new cabinet is, a great big pain in the ass that won't easily fit into our lives nor easily leave our lives . We are stuck with this fucking thing, and I resent that fact.
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