Current mood: contemplative
Things I have learned in the last few months:
1. People can make a difference in that you won't know until they aren't around anymore.
2. Having no self-imposed restrictions is an amazingly liberating feeling.
3. Starting over with a new person is hard.
4. One of the most volatile combinations is fear and love.
5. Few things hurt worse than someone saying 'no', but you both know they mean 'yes, but I'm too scared to try'
6. Drinking is but a temporary fix to any problem.
7. Being comfortable makes the lines between right and wrong blur.
8. Never underestimate the power of alcohol to both make conversations amazing, and strip you of the ability to remember them.
9. Sleeping next to someone you really enjoy is one of the best feelings in the world.
10. Forcing yourself to have patience can be one of the worst.
Currently listening :
Like Blood Like Honey
By Holly Brook
Release date: 06 June, 2006
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
How Getting Ready for Bed Led Me to an Epiphany
This evening, after a lazy New Year's Day, I decided to snuggle into bed to watch a movie. After perusing my collection, I settled on I, Robot, starring Will Smith as a Chicago cop in 2035, suspicious of all the robots that have been created in this futuristic world. (If you haven't seen the movie, I highly recommend it) I put the DVD in the player and began to make my bed.
As is normal in this situation, first I took the bed linens off, then made the sheet, the blanket and the comforter. I crawled into bed and hit 'play'.
A little backstory on this movie will help further my story along, so humour me. The lead character, played by Will Smith is called upon to investigate the apparent suicide of US Robotics' lead scientist and designer. Shortly into the movie, the viewer and lead character discovers the Dr. Lenning has created a robot unlike any other before, one that appears to harbor emotion. One whose purpose is truly unique, as if he were designed for one specific purpose.
It was at this point in the movie, because I have seen the movie before, that my mind began to wander a bit, philosophically if you will. Does one have a specific purpose? Is there a specific reason for any human's existence? I pondered that a bit, and looping in increasingly larger spirals, began to question if any living thing's existence might be designed for the express purpose one (or several) tasks.
My mind led me to a recent article I read about parasites (stay with me, it'll all make sense eventually) Did you know there is a parasitic worm that has evolved in nature quite remarkably? (Again, an aside to further the story) This parasite begins in bird feces. Snails will propel themselves across the leaf or whatever surface and eat the feces, and in turn eat the parasite. The parasite takes up residence in the snails' eye stalks. As it feeds and grows, it makes the snail's eyestalks bulge and distend to look like caterpillars. Which happen to be a bird's meal, and by being eaten can be processed in the birds insides and shat... only to begin again.
I thought, now there is an example of a creature whose life cycle has been created, by evolution or design, to an explicit cycle. Perhaps humans, in some small way, are as well. As I thought about this, I glanced down and realized that during the time the movie had been on, that I had been thinking of this myriad of topics, and for quite some time now (read months), I had not noticed that I sleep to the extreme left of my queen sized bed. Anyone who has or has slept in a queen sized bed knows that there is plenty of room in width. Five feet in fact. Now, I'm no petite, but I don't need two and a half feet of room.
As this rather startling revelation came to light, I realized that I have slept on the left side of the bed for as long as I can remember. While I was partially conditioned to do so for the nearly four years I spent with my ex-husband, I also realized that I've always slept on the left side of the bed, except in the few cases when I shared my bed or another's and they preferred the left side... but I can count on one hand the times that happened and due to their small number or their significance, I also know that I sleep poorly when on the right side of the bed.
Is this proving some truth to the 'get up on the wrong side of the bed' adage? Or perhaps something even more deeply ingrained?
Following along my odd stream-of-consciousness path, I began recounting ex-lovers and boyfriends and even flings, and found that those with whom I connected most strongly, all preferred the right-side of the bed with only one exception. Could this be some kind of sign or beacon of hope? That I can wear a shirt that says "If you want to date me, you must sleep on the right side of the bed." No, not at all... but it does make for an interesting theory.
One other side story of note, not that I've had that many love interests or boyfriends, but I have found that as I grow older, I have historically been less likely to find interest (although unknowingly) in someone who sleeps on anything but the right side of the bed. If you were to chart the right-side preferrers over the left-side, it would be something like: right-right-right-left-right-left-left-left-right-left-left. It seems my odds are improving. I attribute that to an increasing complex matching system and higher level of expectations of my partner... but that's for another time.
As is normal in this situation, first I took the bed linens off, then made the sheet, the blanket and the comforter. I crawled into bed and hit 'play'.
A little backstory on this movie will help further my story along, so humour me. The lead character, played by Will Smith is called upon to investigate the apparent suicide of US Robotics' lead scientist and designer. Shortly into the movie, the viewer and lead character discovers the Dr. Lenning has created a robot unlike any other before, one that appears to harbor emotion. One whose purpose is truly unique, as if he were designed for one specific purpose.
It was at this point in the movie, because I have seen the movie before, that my mind began to wander a bit, philosophically if you will. Does one have a specific purpose? Is there a specific reason for any human's existence? I pondered that a bit, and looping in increasingly larger spirals, began to question if any living thing's existence might be designed for the express purpose one (or several) tasks.
My mind led me to a recent article I read about parasites (stay with me, it'll all make sense eventually) Did you know there is a parasitic worm that has evolved in nature quite remarkably? (Again, an aside to further the story) This parasite begins in bird feces. Snails will propel themselves across the leaf or whatever surface and eat the feces, and in turn eat the parasite. The parasite takes up residence in the snails' eye stalks. As it feeds and grows, it makes the snail's eyestalks bulge and distend to look like caterpillars. Which happen to be a bird's meal, and by being eaten can be processed in the birds insides and shat... only to begin again.
I thought, now there is an example of a creature whose life cycle has been created, by evolution or design, to an explicit cycle. Perhaps humans, in some small way, are as well. As I thought about this, I glanced down and realized that during the time the movie had been on, that I had been thinking of this myriad of topics, and for quite some time now (read months), I had not noticed that I sleep to the extreme left of my queen sized bed. Anyone who has or has slept in a queen sized bed knows that there is plenty of room in width. Five feet in fact. Now, I'm no petite, but I don't need two and a half feet of room.
As this rather startling revelation came to light, I realized that I have slept on the left side of the bed for as long as I can remember. While I was partially conditioned to do so for the nearly four years I spent with my ex-husband, I also realized that I've always slept on the left side of the bed, except in the few cases when I shared my bed or another's and they preferred the left side... but I can count on one hand the times that happened and due to their small number or their significance, I also know that I sleep poorly when on the right side of the bed.
Is this proving some truth to the 'get up on the wrong side of the bed' adage? Or perhaps something even more deeply ingrained?
Following along my odd stream-of-consciousness path, I began recounting ex-lovers and boyfriends and even flings, and found that those with whom I connected most strongly, all preferred the right-side of the bed with only one exception. Could this be some kind of sign or beacon of hope? That I can wear a shirt that says "If you want to date me, you must sleep on the right side of the bed." No, not at all... but it does make for an interesting theory.
One other side story of note, not that I've had that many love interests or boyfriends, but I have found that as I grow older, I have historically been less likely to find interest (although unknowingly) in someone who sleeps on anything but the right side of the bed. If you were to chart the right-side preferrers over the left-side, it would be something like: right-right-right-left-right-left-left-left-right-left-left. It seems my odds are improving. I attribute that to an increasing complex matching system and higher level of expectations of my partner... but that's for another time.
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