So, here’s the thing. I always thought I slept on one side of the bed or the other because that’s where my comfort lay. As a kid, this never came into play. I had a single bed, so there was no left or right side of the bed. It was more of in the bed vs. out of the bed kind of thing.
When I got a bit older, though, I got a double bed. Oh, the decision. Where do I sleep? Left side or right side? For that bed, I chose the right side. Why did I choose the right side? At the time, I didn’t know. Hell, up until about 10 min ago, I didn’t know. I just picked and went with it.
So, that was it, right? Right side forever, baby!
Hang on a second there, Custer…
This is where Jayme enters the picture. When setting up our first apartment, I was all of a sudden on the left side. Huh. Isn’t this going to cause a problem? Won’t I have trouble sleeping? Turns out, not so much. It didn’t affect me at all. In fact, over the next couple of places, we flipped sides each time.
As of right now, I sleep on the left side of the bed.
So…conclusion reached. Awesome. Now, I can go back to bed.
Again, not so fast. As some of you know, I’m in Austin, TX this week for a conference. It’s just me in the bed right now. So, why am I sleeping on the right side of the bed while I’m here? There’s no one else in the bed with me. No one blocking the left side. What gives?
This is where the subconsciousness nuttiness that lives in me comes out to play. Based on the layout of the hotel room, the right side of the bed is in the middle of the room. If I were to sleep on the left side of the bed, there would be a lot of space on the other side of the room and I would be right up against the wall. It’d be out of balance.
Hence, I lay on the right side of the bed.
Now, I thought I was just being specific to this trip when I thought about it the first time. Then, I started thinking about all of the times I’ve slept alone in a room. I always seem to migrate to the middle of the room. Remember I mentioned my first double bed? Same situation. Had I chosen the left side of the bed, the room would have been out of balance with me in it.
These are the kinds of thoughts that go through my head at 3:30am when I’m alone.