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Couch Nap V. Bed Nap: Dawn of Holy Shit What Day is This Even?

April 26, 2017 Leave a comment

I fucking love naps. I do. They’re little slices of heaven in what can sometimes be a hellish day. Who doesn’t love drifting off into unconsciousness, allowing their problems and the world around them to fade into black, all while nestled warmly under a nice big blanket?

But while naps are a great way to recharge your stamina for finishing daily tasks, or simply a way to escape the overwhelming complexities of life for thirty minutes or so, the age old question still remains: Which is better, Couch Nap or Bed Nap?

The debate has raged on for as long as naps have existed, but I walk the thin line down the center. I believe both types of naps have their merit and deserve their place in the sun (or moon, the time of day you take your naps is your business).

QUICK AND DIRTY

One benefit of a Couch Nap over a Bed Nap that I’ve found is that it’s easier to take brief naps on a couch than it is on a bed. For me, a Couch Nap is always a quick thing. I can fall asleep easily on the couch, but I can’t stay asleep easily on the couch. So, this leads to short naps (15 – 60 mins).

TIME VORTEX

Bed Naps are a strange beast. I climb into bed, pull the covers over myself, settle my head onto the cool side of the pillow, and drift away. The only problem is that, if left unchecked, a Bed Nap can get out of hand. I’ve crawled into bed, fully committed to only sleeping an hour or so, only to wake up a full eight hours later. That’s a whole night’s sleep, for most. My eyes shoot open and I immediately wonder where the hell I am and what year it is. These naps always make me feel ten times worse (re: more tired and physically destroyed) than before.

A MATTER OF OPINION

I know people who view this as a very clear cut/black and white decision. They have chosen their hill to die on. They are #TeamCouchNap or #TeamBedNap and if you try to sway them otherwise, they will fucking fight you.

These people are lacking the benefit of including both in their lives. They lack the foresight to realize that, with a little careful deliberation, they can choose the right nap for the right situation. Sometimes a quick Couch Nap is all that is required to boost your drive and redirect your focus. But sometimes you need the warmth and solitude that only bed can offer, which may or may not lead to you waking up forty years in the future and unsure of whether or not you still qualify as human.

IN CLOSING

I really like naps. I’m also very tired and I just finished eating a chimichanga and now I’m a little gassy.

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Current Status: Monday, February 27 | 8:25pm

February 27, 2017 Leave a comment

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The snow has receded early this year, giving us a preview of spring. The brown tattered grass and naked tree branches seem as unprepared for the death of winter as the rest of us. Sunlight warming my face, gentle breezes on the air instead of biting cold winds, neighbors in shorts and t-shirts. All of this is uncomfortably unfamiliar in February for Minnesota.

Never talk about the weather.

I turn 33 in 3 days and while it’s just another birthday, it dawned on me recently that this will be the first birthday of my life without my father. My father was there, either physically or as a voice on the phone, for every single one of my birthdays since day one and this will be the end of that.

As we get closer to the one year anniversary of his passing, things are getting harder again. Emotions are running wild, sleep is growing more and more in rarity by the night, nerves and anxiety in full force. All of this was finally falling under control, I was finally getting a grasp on the sadness and the emptiness, finally learning to live normally again. Is this what life is, now? Almost a full year of fighting for control of my own emotions, my own heart and mind, only to lose it all when it is finally within my grasp?

The photo album helps. It helps and it hurts, but mostly it helps. Seeing photos of my father holding me as a baby, seeing photos of us on family vacations and the like, reliving those memories, that’s helping me in a lot of ways I never thought it could.

Just another birthday.

I have to work on my birthday this year, which is normal and not usually a problem, except I’m not sure in what state I will be when the day comes. Will it be a happy day, of friendship and laughter? Or will I spend my time barely holding it together? Time will tell.

Just another birthday.