I’ve been dissing some old friends for a long time now. Well, maybe not friends. Acquaintances. Tugging and pushing them out the door. Trying to uproot them. Choosing their more refined family members to invite to my house. But they keep waving at me to get my attention. They bawl, “Why do you ignore me? I’m here. I don’t mind sharing a bed with my cultivated and cosmopolitan cousins with the fancy names.”
“OK. I see your value. They call you invasive and pushy though, so I think I’ll give you your own bed.”
There is room for you at my house.