The life of a doormat may seem simple at first, but when you look deep within its woven grooves the homeowner realizes that there is something of substance there. The doormat welcomes you into the home, never asking where you are coming from or where you have been; the mat just welcomes that you have returned safely. Doormats protect your belongings, such as hidden keys or cards to gain access into your little piece of solitude in a chaotic world. Always there to clean your feet and making them neat, never complaining about the amount of dirt you have or anything about your appearance. The doormat has seen you at your lowest and highest points in life and still it stands by you to welcome you home, day after day. The doormat does not judge and is a people pleaser with the same dopey slogan ‘Welcome’ even when it’s treated not so nicely. Doormats are replaceable and after a good deal of wear the owner eventually tosses them to the curb for the local garbage man to come dispose of them into a landfill. The doormat is not an essential piece of home furnishing; it is looked at as more of a garnish to the household than holding an actual place and can easily be replaced on a whim’s notice. A doormat never asks for anything in return except that you pay it a visit once in a while. Various people come and go through the door that the mat guards, and as these people continuously walk all over the doormat the answer to any question that these faceless individu­als may ask is ‘yes’. The doormat is a symbol of how people take the little consistencies in life for granted and don’t appreciate them until they are gone or worn out and ready to be replaced or don’t “mesh” well with the new décor or changing personal tastes. Adieu, doormat. I am most certain that you will not be missed as the person who you welcome home everyday will replace you with a slightly updated version of you within the next week, because this said individual cannot remain without a doormat. That would be improper and rude and would throw the whole aesthetics of the living space off and we wouldn’t want that, now would we?