What if people were like sourdough, and whenever we "rested", we just swelled up and spilled all over the place
Would hate to share the couch with other people
you'd soon merge into a single loaf, problem solved
Wives that make sourdough would be taking *the two shall become one* to the next level.
So our lives would be like agar.io
Stay inactive ("resting") long enough and that's exactly what happens.
This is why I am always moving.