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Well, I suppose a better question to ask is, why is the Big Green Chair so inspiring? Why is it that when I or anyone else sits in it, we are instantly inspired to do something productive, whether that be music, writing, reading, or homework? The best answer to this is that the inspiration isn’t exactly instantaneous. It’s more like, you sit down for a moment do something inconsequential and when you realize the sheer amount of effort it’s going to take to get out of the Big Green Chair, you decide that you might as well do something productive and postpone the time until such effort is required due to, oh, I don’t know, a fire, the call of nature, or a death threat of some sort.

You see, the ‘game room,’ - which could be more aptly named the ‘computer room,’ the ‘music room,’ or the ‘room we invariably end up in at some point regardless of whether we have an agenda’ – isn’t a very big room, but serves a large multitude of purposes. Those purposes are to house my large collection of books, the giant television that the boyfriend refuses to give up, the four amps and six some odd guitars, and two computers and a printer, both on one desk. The boyfriend sits on one end of this desk and uses his computer to write and record music, therefore he needs a vast amount of room to push back and play. I do not. Therefore, I have pushed myself as far into the corner as possible, meaning that the only way in and out of my space is over the Big Green Chair.

So, when I get into said piece of large furniture (which I refuse to give up), I must first climb over the armrest and then settle into the large, deep seat because there is too much computer crap to actually put my feet under the desk. And in order to get out of it, I have to hoist myself up and over the arm rest using mostly arm and back muscles, because by the time something happens to actually make me move, my legs haven’t just fallen asleep, they’ve died of suffocation.

So, fanboys and fangirls, that is why The Big Green Chair. Because once you get in, it isn’t worth it to get out.

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