Today's tip: how to overextend a metaphor until it screams

[channonyarrow]

My brain is sort of like a well-loved house. There are dents in the walls, and I remember how they got there. It's comfortable to walk around in it; I know where all the furniture is and where I occasionally need to get new pieces. I can redecorate at will, and sometimes for no reason I paint one wall a different colour just because I can. The

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[camlewis]

Feeling the same way. Time for big changes.

[channonyarrow]

Got specific plans yet, or just a general need for change?

[jacesan]

Here's hoping the squatters don't do any damage to their current domicile. :)

[channonyarrow]

TOO LATE. I think THEY set the couch on fire. But at least the malaise and the thought that I am actually crazy is lifting. *g*

[jacesan]

The couch needed to go. It's a magnet for ennui :P

I'm glad you're not submerged, and hope nothing else gets set on fire.

Since you started the metaphor...

[trickykitty]

Home is where the heart is, not where the dents are.

Change your home; don't worry about changing your house.

Re: Since you started the metaphor...

[channonyarrow]

It's times like these that make me think I know what it's like to be fast-cycle bipolar. I feel fine today; I need to set up a routine and stick with it.

[koemiko]

Sometimes, I feel like my brain is the Wincester Mystery House.

[channonyarrow]

That's...not really a good thing, I think, or is it? Mostly, I think of, like, the stairs that go nowhere and stuff, and I hope that's not what you mean. Maybe a both good and bad?

[koemiko]

More like I haven't figured out why my thought processes are they way they are, and they are quite odd and usually quirky. I also will probably be working on them for quite some time.