When I moved out of my parents’ house, my mom gave me a lot of old furniture. One of these was a gliding rocking chair which kinda weirded me out because like… that’s a very sentimental chair, that’s the chair my sibs and I were rocked to sleep and fed in, why would she give that to the one kid who has spent her entire life saying she doesn’t want kids? Why not save the chair for my sisters who both want them, or even my brother, who is neutral? And is it weird for a late 20s something to have a rocking chair? What was I supposed to do with it?
So I told her I would just have Dad take it back home in the trailer after he moved me back, and her response was to get angry and fat-shame me, saying that i just didn’t want it because I didn’t fit in it.
Looking back, that’s fucked up, right? Like, if she thought I was too fat to fit in the chair, why did she send it? Also it’s… not like I am or was too fat to sit in this chair. That had nothing to do with it, but she didn’t want to listen to me saying it was weird to have the family’s rocking chair and why not save it for the actual next generation?
So anyways, I kept the chair because I wasn’t gonna give her the satisfaction, but I didn’t really use it as anything other than a stuff holder. This, however, was a mistake and now, four years later, I’ve come to a conclusion:
Rocking chairs are comfy as hell.
I swapped it in for my desk chair recently and I am never going back. Taking a break from work to rock in it for a few seconds is so incredibly soothing. Obviously it’s not as manoeuvrable as a wheeled desk chair, but when you’re this comfortable, who cares?