When a friend gives you I guess what might be called a family heirloom sort of clothes-dresser chest-of-drawers and you leave it in a corner of the living room for the last couple months, while the reveals himself to be a awfully "methinks the lady doth protest too much" about moving it into your upstairs bedroom (after mentioning it the 10th time in 2 months one has to wonder the full extent of why this person is so desperate for me to move it upstairs)… what should one do? I moved it to the basement this morning instead and will gauge his reaction (or not) next time he brings it up (or down, as it were).
tfw everyone around you is suddenly acting like a robot Ghoul in need of orchestrating new systems of sttrageticially placed/organized symbolism throughout their non-Ghhoul frinds' lives.?