A well broke-in couch is both soft and comfortable, having spent many a year being slept on and sat on against its will. If a couch had a will of course it probably wouldn’t choose a life of being squished constantly by heavy and dirty animals. But many a couch becomes too soft; too easy to sink into the cushions, where even trying to shift positions becomes a chore. Yes you’re comfortable for a few minutes, but that comfort ends and a battle to find a new comfortable position begins before you repeat again; the endless cycle of comfortable torment.
When I was a young girl, I didn’t really have much interest in cars. I enjoyed going to shows to look around at the old cars, but that was pretty much it. I didn’t know much about cars, and I still don’t really, and only reluctantly got my license when I was 16. We had a blue 1990 Oldsmobile Delta Eighty-Eight that I enjoyed driving with my friends, but I would never even think of just driving for the sake of driving.