You step into an acquaintance’s house for the first time, and discover that everything — from the furniture, to the books, to the art on the wall — is identical to your home. What happens next?
First of all I would be a little bit flattered – imitation is also the best form of it eh?
So based on my apartment this person has light blue painted walls, old sofa sets, an even older dining table, a small fridge, a new washing machine, custom built cupboards (half of which are crappily done) two custom queen sized beds, old chairs, an 8 year old desk with enough space for just a laptop, small sized speakers and a mouse.
What the heck? If that happened, I would ask the person, why they have the same bad taste in decorating – mine because of money issues – and keeping old furniture because well it’s easier that getting new ones? And that they could do things a lot differently. I might even slap the shit outta that person a little bit. And kick him (if it’s a guy) in the nuts before I left.
Prompt from the Daily Post at WordPress.com.
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