The whole business of sheep never made sense to me. Trying to decide between a cozy breakfast nook with built-in banquettes and a sunny room with a proper table is such an impossible task that my mind slows down and eventually drifts away. And not from boredom, smart alec. I genuinely like to mull over how to configure a bedroom or upholster a sofa. There's a test based on this, I know.
Industrial psychologists use it.
But I don't know what it all means, man. I just like to think about how I'd arrange my living space if I had sufficient time and money. I have to live with in rental houses. I loathe white walls, for one thing. I like color, a feast for the eyes.