Full size vs queen size

An important question, that. The whole queen/full debate…

Queens take up so much room. But there’s more room to do what you gotta do. Fulls are easier to fit into a room and cost less.

I went with full.

But I will tell you, it is tough to sleep in a full-size bed with a 6′4″ boy and a pitbull.

Maybe the answer is not to buy a bigger bed, but to befriend smaller men.

Gravity

Gravity is one of those things that you just can’t avoid. I’ve done more than a little to try and defy gravity and let me tell you, people, it DOES NOT work. You can’t do a damn thing about it. It’s just THERE, like the slighty over-large freckle on your blind date’s face that you can’t help staring at.

But, what gravity has going for it is that it’s predictable. Good ol’, reliable gravity. It’s always going to bring you down. You’re not going to trip over a tree root and suddenly find yourself hanging from a limb 10 feet off the ground. No. You’re going to fall on your ass. Or your face, if you were walking facing forward.

Having said that, I may have uncovered the cause of my problem: I tend not to face forward when I walk. Don’t misunderstand…I don’t walk down the street backwards (certainly not by myself), but if I’m walking with someone, I look at them, turn around to talk to them, and all that sort of stuff. Which means I’m not usually watching where I go. This has led to several run-ins with inanimate objects.

At this point, I’m ready to stop blaming myself and start blaming everyone else. I mean, what the fuck, people…if I’m walking with you and you see that I’m going to bump into something, grab me, stop me, point, or just yell, “heads.” I’ll get it. And I’ll be spared another huge black and blue.

So yeah, people, get your collective act together.

Only YOU can prevent me from walking into things.