As soon as the weather hits the 50’s, it suddenly gets a lot more difficult to convince myself to roll out of bed in the morning. My blankets are so warm and it’s so cold outside … so I had to make a list of the reasons I should actually leave my room. Keep reading to read my power ranking of the reasons I get up in the morning and maybe take some inspiration for yourself.
My Roommate’s Alarms
Why on God’s green earth would anyone need to set over five screeching alarms every morning? And why must I be the one who is inevitably roused by the daily shrieking? Why must I be the one to wake every five minutes until I muster up the annoyance to stumble out of bed? Could I be mature and just talk to her about the issue? Maybe. But am I mature? The evidence seems to indicate a strong no.
People watching on Sproul and Telegraph
Legitimately one of my favorite activities on this planet is observing the divergence of people walking on Sproul Plaza and Telegraph Ave. I sometimes feel as if I’m an ancient explorer watching the cultural interactions of the Silk Road, observing the convergence of different people and activities. As the X man performs his daily routines and the global warming guy yells at me about how I’m destroying the planet, I sit on my perch outside the ASUC building, looking on as the business majors recruit for a club they’re not going to let you in and twenty different tables each try to sell day-old glazed donuts.
To be entirely honest, the main reason I get up in the morning is that I’ve gotten up every day before this. Literally! Every single day. What would I even do if I didn’t get up? It’s all I’ve ever known. I imagine myself as Sisyphus, but instead of pushing up a boulder up a hill I’m eternally pushing myself out of my bed. Both are equally difficult, in my opinion.
My family’s disappointment
Frankly, there’s not too much work I can get done while lying face-down in my pillows. And without doing work, well, you know what that means. I’ll fail my midterm, fail my classes, flunk out of college and end up eating ramen for the rest of my life. I can’t do that, and my family would be quite upset to hear their hard-earned tuition payments are being wasted away in a co-op bedroom. And while I’d like to say that they’d just be disappointed and not mad, I know deep in my heart of hearts that would be a lie. They’d be furious.
The glaring image of Rocky Horror’s Eddie
As a major fan of the cult favorite “Rocky Horror Picture Show”, I of course attended the shadow-cast UC Theater production on Halloween. I was overjoyed when they passed out posters of Eddie, staring down at the viewer with bloodshot eyes. And, naturally, I put it where I could always see it, right across from my bed. While this seemed like a good idea initially, every time I stay in bed I see Eddie’s livid eyes and eventually get creeped out enough to leave my room.
Well, there you go. Hopefully this provides some incentive to begin the day for others like me who sometimes need a little extra shove. Go on and push that boulder up the hill. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.