Hell on Earth

Another sleepless night found me thinking about evolution and its role in society.
I was made conscious of how truly uncomfortable I was laying in my bed. My jaw kinda hangs in a funny position, creating a tension, which I believe I tend to relieve by clenching my teeth, which often wakes me up with unnerving tooth aches.

I began to think about the way sleeping positions and bedding are designed and how our bodies are possibly adapting to them, and how they constantly adapt to our bodies. A thought crossed my mind that people should be designing better beds…I mean, I can’t be the only individual with this problem! Well, then I remembered that I do not in fact sleep in a bed, that I had been laying on the floor for many hours of the past year, attempting to find a comfortable solution and stop grinding my teeth. And I laughed at myself.

But humankind has not been sleeping on beds for any significant amount of our existence.
In my delirium, I became angry at manufacturers for making my more natural sleeping preference an uncomfortable alternative. I continued to criticize our population and the adaptations we are encroaching upon ourselves and those that are imposed upon me. I worked myself into a invigorating interior monologue and kept myself awake for another couple hours.

Nonetheless, I believed I aced my Neuropsychology test today. Ironic? I think not.