Hi there!
I know, I know... It's been a while. After my last post in February, my life just sort of went nuts again. I lost interest in creativity because I didn't have the energy for it. Things in my personal life have been chaotic, to say the least, work has been absolutely swamped, and my mental health has been... well... not the best to put it mildly. When I am done with work or other obligations for the day, all I want to do is veg in front of the TV and not do anything else. I don't want to use my brain any more.
But I am hopeful that I will get back into the swing of things with my blog. I literally only know one person who actually reads it, but that's okay because I am doing this for me. So here's to spring time and hopefully better times in my life.
The other night, I was just laying down in my bed and had this super stupid thought that I figured I would share.
I always sleep on one side of my bed.
Okay, I know that doesn't sound that stupid. A lot of people have "their" side of the bed. But that's not what I mean. It doesn't matter to me which side of the bed I sleep on, but I always have to be on one of the sides. Not the middle.
For the majority of my life, I had a twin size bed. I had one when I was a kid and in high school, and then I had one again in college while living in the dorms. So I got used to sleeping in a small sort of bed, and it never really bothered me. I just kept my arms and legs inside the ride at all times.
But when I moved into an apartment with a friend from college a few weeks after graduation, I ended up with a queen size bed gifted to me by my grandpa, which I am so grateful for. It's been many years and I still have the bed - different mattress, but same bed.
I was jazzed to say the least. I had never had a queen size bed. I'd slept on them in the past in hotel rooms specifically, but never had one that I could call my own. I honestly figured that I would always sleep in the middle of the bed and it would be glorious.
However, right before moving into said apartment, I met my current boyfriend, and so I got into the habit of staying on a side of the bed because when he would spend the night (typically every other weekend roughly), we would sleep in the bed together and I would need to stay on my side. Granted, neither of us ever slept well, but that's because we both very much like our space when sleeping and a queen size bed for the two of us was a bad call.
Then, after a year of staying at each other's places on weekends, we moved in together. And we decided to still sleep in separate beds, which I was all for. Both of our queen size beds fit into our bedroom, and he's a fairly big dude, so he wanted his bed all to himself, and I enjoyed my space while sleeping. It was a perfect scenario for us at the time, and I figured I would finally start sleeping in the middle of the bed.
That didn't happen, though.
My boyfriend's cat decided that one side of the bed would be his, so I stayed on my side of the bed once more. Our cat, however, didn't always follow that rule ;)
But I'm not mad at that at all. It was actually really nice.
When I moved out of our house and into an apartment with a friend (living together just didn't work for us - long story not pertinent to this topic), I had my bed all to myself once more.
But the crazy thing? I stuck to one side of the bed. I didn't even realize I was doing it for a long time. Once I did realize it, though, I thought, "Hey genius, now's the time to try out sleeping in the middle of the bed." After 3 years, I finally did it and slept in the middle.
The first few nights seemed magical. I HAD SO MUCH ROOM FOR ACTIVITIES!
But after those nights, I just sorta realized that something didn't feel right. I wasn't sleeping as soundly as I used to.
So I started sleeping on one side of the bed once more, and all went back to normal. Everything just felt sort of right in the world again.
It's bizarre. Truly. I don't know what part of my psychology requires me to sleep on a side of the bed. Even more bizarre is that it doesn't really matter to me which side I sleep on.
When I lived in my first apartment, I slept on the left side of the bed for part of the year and right side after I rearranged the room. When I lived in the house with my boyfriend, I slept on the left side of the bed. When I moved back into an apartment, I slept on the right side of the bed. And now, in a different apartment, I have slept on both the left and right sides of the bed depending on how the room is arranged.
See? It doesn't necessarily matter which side I sleep on. I usually sleep on the side closest to my night stand, which moves around based on the room itself.
It's a stupid little thought that I had, but I have only slept in the middle of my queen size bed a handful of times, and I find that weird. I don't know why I'm like this.
I suppose it's just another quirk of mine.
I'm not like grumpy about it or anything. I find it somewhat comical. More though, I just find it to be an interesting part of who I am. Probably because I don't get it... Why am I like this?
I don't know, really. Just a random thought...
Well, I suppose that's it for this one. I hope to be back again next week.
Okay, bye, everyone. I hope you are all having a great spring!
