Was on my way to my buddy's place the other day. (He wishes to remain nameless for fear his roommate will read this and kick his ass.) Plan was to film a couple clips of said friend hanging up one of his Legendary T-Shirts in the Rafters. Oops. Sorry Gav.
Gav's roommate's been out of town the last couple weeks. Asked him what he's been doing with the place to himself. He said a couple things: demolishing the jar of jelly beans his roommate leaves out for company, stacking dishes in the sink, having loud ass sex. He didn't say the sex part, I chimed in with that one. We giggled. As the laughter faded, he mentioned how he slept on the couch last night. I dialed back the volume on the Ninajirachi and explained how I also enjoy a nice couch snooze from time to time. And when I mean couch snooze, I'm not talking about some, "Doze off to Gordon Ramsey's new documentary then head over to the bed when you wake up at 2:42 am" bullshit. I'm talking you head into the night with a, "I'm going to sleep on the couch tonight" mindset.
When we arrived at his place, the first thing I noticed was the low supply of Jelly Bellys. A rare sight, thing's usually topped off. Bro sniped all the good ones too. Licorice and Chocolate Pudding were the only ones left standing. The Jelly Belly disappointment was quickly hijacked by a wave of awe and admiration. I looked to my left and caught a glimpse of the living room... Looked like a bomb went off. Couch cushions everywhere, a bedroom pillow scrunched up in the wall of the couch, more bedroom decor, this time a comforter snaked its way through the disheveled cushions. After visually taking in this monstrosity of a living room, I quickly realized Gav knew ball. The only thing that survived this couch snooze were two packs of cookies. The Oreos and Chips Ahoy (gluten-free) were sealed and neatly stacked atop the nearby ottoman. Guy was in the fucking zone.
Back at the office, I told great tales of what I had witnessed. Some of the squad was confused. They didn't understand why someone would forgo their open bed in favor of an entire night on the couch.
This took me back. I thought everyone pulled this Move off. Had it penciled in as a universal experience. Boy was I wrong. I looked like a fool.
"You know. When you're in a rut and want to shake shit up... Just head over to the couch for the night?"
"What?" They judged. They insulted. They belittled.
"Give it a shot! It feels like a fun weekday adventure."
"I will do no such thing you dumb fuck." They shouted.
Gavin wasn't there to defend the Move. He was off grinding on some USA Hockey fan fiction video. (CBTM laptop sticker got some serious play in that one. [Not for sale yet. Working on it.])
I'm not here to convince or turn non-believers into believers, but I will say... This is legit one of my favorite Moves of all time. Easily top 50.
As stated earlier, great Move if you're in a rut. I do it all the time post-shitty day: hammer some wine, eat some snacks, fall asleep to Dumb and Dumber. Makes you feel like you're in control. You make the decisions around here. You can sleep wherever you want to sleep. Doesn't have to be in your bedroom. Hell, you can drag your mattress to the kitchen and sleep there. There's something about this little shakeup and, "I can do whatever I want" thought. For some reason, that mindset helps settle me. Brings me back down to earth. Hence, great if you're slumpin’ a touch.
Also, piggybacking off the grounded theme. Sometimes I'll head to the couch if I feel like I've gotten too soft or uptight. Lil' 8 hours on the couch to get my grit back, chill the fuck out a little.
8 hours on the couch isn't for everyone. It’s for the carefree, the vibers. The type that can handle a similar, yet different environment. Sure, we’ll sink deep in a cushion gap and wake up with a tight back, but that's the game man. Back might be tight, but mentally we're loose. Stripped from the shackles of Big Bed Corp. Going with the flow, yet taking a stand. Society and social norms aren’t gonna tell me where to lay my head on a typical weekday.
8 Hours on the Couch. Could Be The Move.