Hii everyone!!! Posting a proper thread after a long time . I was running out of Ideas like what exactly should I post so kept myself away from posting. Though I got something interesting to post today,Hope you guy's enjoy reading it...
So I recently came across the "Chair Theory" ( credit goes to my Professor)and I never looked at furniture—or my social life—the same way again. Seriously, the anxiety of standing awkwardly next to a kitchen island is real.
Everyone has a table in their life. (Hopefully one sturdy enough for a good meal.)
The people who truly value you are the 5-Star Hosts
(muahhhh my fav ones) .They practically materialize a chair for you with a flourish the moment you arrive.They make space. (No hip-checking necessary.) They notice when you're standing. (They aren't just staring blankly at their phones.)They shift over without being asked. (They have basic human decency and know you shouldn't have to shout "Shuffle, please!")
But then there are the "Table Squatters"
. They'll let you hover on the edge, looking like a lost waiter.They make you wait for permission, acting like your presence is an inconvenience—"Did you bring your own folding chair, peasant?"
Which means, if you constantly have to ask for a chair... you're basically at the Wrong Table my dear!!
(and they probably have terrible snacks, too).
I thought about all the times I begged for space. I tried to earn a seat. I practically tried to shrink myself down to a decorative coaster just to fit.
But I shouldn't have! I deserved a chair without having to audition for the role of "Seated Friend." (My qualifications? I showed up. That's it.)
And once I realized that, it freed me. (Now I just dramatically walk away from bad tables like I’m in a movie montage
.)
So, this is your slightly dramatic and very firm reminder that Don't fight for space where you're treated like an afterthought. (Go find a table where they actually ordered enough pizza for everyone.)
Don't chase tables where your chair is always missing. (It's a metaphor for respect, but also, seriously, where are the chairs?)
Go where you're welcomed, not tolerated. (Tolerated is what you do to that one weird uncle at Thanksgiving. You deserve better.)
In short,Your seat exists, but you just haven't sat at the right table yet. (Keep looking! It might even be a comfy armchair!)
( If you read it till the last then a grand salute to you from my side hihi thnx for tolerating me
)
So I recently came across the "Chair Theory" ( credit goes to my Professor)and I never looked at furniture—or my social life—the same way again. Seriously, the anxiety of standing awkwardly next to a kitchen island is real.
Everyone has a table in their life. (Hopefully one sturdy enough for a good meal.)
The people who truly value you are the 5-Star Hosts
(muahhhh my fav ones) .They practically materialize a chair for you with a flourish the moment you arrive.They make space. (No hip-checking necessary.) They notice when you're standing. (They aren't just staring blankly at their phones.)They shift over without being asked. (They have basic human decency and know you shouldn't have to shout "Shuffle, please!")But then there are the "Table Squatters"
. They'll let you hover on the edge, looking like a lost waiter.They make you wait for permission, acting like your presence is an inconvenience—"Did you bring your own folding chair, peasant?"Which means, if you constantly have to ask for a chair... you're basically at the Wrong Table my dear!!
(and they probably have terrible snacks, too).I thought about all the times I begged for space. I tried to earn a seat. I practically tried to shrink myself down to a decorative coaster just to fit.
But I shouldn't have! I deserved a chair without having to audition for the role of "Seated Friend." (My qualifications? I showed up. That's it.)
And once I realized that, it freed me. (Now I just dramatically walk away from bad tables like I’m in a movie montage
.)So, this is your slightly dramatic and very firm reminder that Don't fight for space where you're treated like an afterthought. (Go find a table where they actually ordered enough pizza for everyone.)
Don't chase tables where your chair is always missing. (It's a metaphor for respect, but also, seriously, where are the chairs?)
Go where you're welcomed, not tolerated. (Tolerated is what you do to that one weird uncle at Thanksgiving. You deserve better.)
In short,Your seat exists, but you just haven't sat at the right table yet. (Keep looking! It might even be a comfy armchair!)
( If you read it till the last then a grand salute to you from my side hihi thnx for tolerating me
)
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