I’m keeping my chair warm. But the fabric is annoyed by the friction created by my asscheeks. At the same time, it really doesn’t have much of a choice does it? The chair is slave to my ass and the body attached to said ass.
So, I do more than occupying space: I am enslaving an object, increasing its already burdened existence with slavery-to-a-purpose when it’s ALREADY having to be annoyed by the gravitational forces pulling them down into the blissful center of gravity while the ground forces it to stay here. Fucking Paul Exclusion Principle keep us all in chains.