Finally, a place to rest my head.
Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2007 12:55 am
I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to tonight: for the first time in months - since we got our new house, actually - I get to sleep in my own home, and not on the floor. Ever since we moved in, I've just been sleeping on the hardwood floors, which worked just fine when I was younger: I was spry enough even after a night on the floor, and the sorts of girls with whom I associated liked me well enough to not mind where they spent the night. I've found as I get older, though, that several months of sleeping on hardwood takes its toll on my fragile old bones, and either girls don't like me as much as they used to or their standards of sleeping have gotten somewhat higher.
Of course, I didn't get "a bed." For one thing, those usually cost money, a thing alien to those of us in Michigan, who, since the economic collapse of our state, have begun trading exclusively in chickens, and I can't fit enough chickens in my car to buy a bed anyway. Plus, I am extremely anti-waste, and thus anti-new, at least when there's something old out there to use. So I've a used hide-a-bed - a genuine bad-ass Simmons from a time when apparently goldenrod was popular - in superb condition. It was owned by a doctor, and never used, then by a family of three, who apparently only used it to sire children - just the one, actually - and now owned by me. Most excellent.
Sooner or later, I'll have everything sorted out of boxes - what I really mean is, "sooner or later, I'll get the bookcases I've been promised," since 99 percent of my belongings are books - and I'll take some pictures of the old homestead. And one of these days, I might even have some friends over; no one's even seen the place since I moved in, largely because I didn't want to give people the mistaken impression that I own things, which one might understandably gain when seeing everything I own - won't all fit in the BMW, I fear, anymore - in one place.
And because having this thread ultimately be nothing more than people saying, "Uh, yeah, congratulations, weirdo," a question: what do you sleep on? What's the nicest bed you've slept on? The worst?
I fear my answers are brief: the best bed I owned was the worst bed I owned, because I've only ever - until now! - had one bed: the same single-size mattress [about four feet wide, and less than six feet long, which when you think about it, is as much a credit to my former girlfriends' tolerance as anything else about me] my parents bought when I was six, which I used for another decade or so after I'd moved out, with no bedframe or anything of the sort, just a tiny dirty bloody mattress on the floor. Frankly, a mint-condition hide-a-bed is a step up I never anticipated!
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As a sidenote, I think people in the first world are weak. I'm not saying we should go back to disease-stuffed straw mattresses, and I'm sure as hell not saying we need to all sleep on hardwood floors, but the average citizen of the first world wouldn't spend a night sleeping on the floor, much less months, and it's not because they cannot, or because some terrible ill will befall them: it's simply because they will not, mired in decadence as they are. I cannot believe there are people who spend thousands of dollars on nothing more, ultimately, than something comfortable to sleep on. Comfort, I believe, is over-rated. Then again, I think sleep is over-rated.
Of course, I didn't get "a bed." For one thing, those usually cost money, a thing alien to those of us in Michigan, who, since the economic collapse of our state, have begun trading exclusively in chickens, and I can't fit enough chickens in my car to buy a bed anyway. Plus, I am extremely anti-waste, and thus anti-new, at least when there's something old out there to use. So I've a used hide-a-bed - a genuine bad-ass Simmons from a time when apparently goldenrod was popular - in superb condition. It was owned by a doctor, and never used, then by a family of three, who apparently only used it to sire children - just the one, actually - and now owned by me. Most excellent.
Sooner or later, I'll have everything sorted out of boxes - what I really mean is, "sooner or later, I'll get the bookcases I've been promised," since 99 percent of my belongings are books - and I'll take some pictures of the old homestead. And one of these days, I might even have some friends over; no one's even seen the place since I moved in, largely because I didn't want to give people the mistaken impression that I own things, which one might understandably gain when seeing everything I own - won't all fit in the BMW, I fear, anymore - in one place.
And because having this thread ultimately be nothing more than people saying, "Uh, yeah, congratulations, weirdo," a question: what do you sleep on? What's the nicest bed you've slept on? The worst?
I fear my answers are brief: the best bed I owned was the worst bed I owned, because I've only ever - until now! - had one bed: the same single-size mattress [about four feet wide, and less than six feet long, which when you think about it, is as much a credit to my former girlfriends' tolerance as anything else about me] my parents bought when I was six, which I used for another decade or so after I'd moved out, with no bedframe or anything of the sort, just a tiny dirty bloody mattress on the floor. Frankly, a mint-condition hide-a-bed is a step up I never anticipated!
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As a sidenote, I think people in the first world are weak. I'm not saying we should go back to disease-stuffed straw mattresses, and I'm sure as hell not saying we need to all sleep on hardwood floors, but the average citizen of the first world wouldn't spend a night sleeping on the floor, much less months, and it's not because they cannot, or because some terrible ill will befall them: it's simply because they will not, mired in decadence as they are. I cannot believe there are people who spend thousands of dollars on nothing more, ultimately, than something comfortable to sleep on. Comfort, I believe, is over-rated. Then again, I think sleep is over-rated.
