Inanimate object I feel like today

I don't know the name of it.
It's the sponge that's kept in a dish
for moistening stamps.
I'm like that
soggy, readily available.
Yielding, always yielding.
Seems everything about my life's on someone else's terms.
No way out-
All when it's appropriate for others.
Even stamp sponges get a break
There are self sticking stamps now.

I need a vacation, a long one, alone, listening only to myself and my surroundings.

This is about my day to day life. Nothing to do with blogging. In fact if I were to get my way-blogging would come first. It's the only part of my life that's in tandem with me.

*Update* I was having a bad Monday. Please forgive my whining. It's Thursday now and things are better.