At least once a day, someone asks: “Why should I make my bed? Isn’t it kind of pointless?”
Well, there are a few reasons, as far as I’m concerned:
No matter what excuse you have for not making your bed, I’ve heard it before and repeatedly, so really, don’t even bother replying to the post with it because I promise you it’s been done a million times before. Including but not limited to: I’m still in it, someone else is in it, a cat is in it, a dog is in it, I’m at work, I’m at school, I’m in another timezone, I sleep on the couch, I have a futon, I sleep in a hammock, I’m at a hotel, I never went to bed last night, my sheets are in the wash, I can’t find my pillows, I’m in outer space and we sleep in pods without bed linens, I read half a study one time that said you shouldn’t make your bed, I don’t wanna, I’m too good for that, I don’t see the point, I think it’s stupid, you’re not my real mom, you’re not the boss of me, and fuck off, UfYH. If you aren’t going to make your bed, you don’t need to tell me. It’s OK. You’re an adult. You can make your own decisions.
Making your bed doesn’t have to be a whole involved process. Just straighten your sheets and pull your blankets up. Arrange the pillows if you’re feeling ambitious. Not every part of every system is going to be applicable to everyone. It doesn’t mean it isn’t helpful for some. Many people on Team UfYH aren’t ready for a full-scale unfucking just yet, but they can make their bed. Every day. And then maybe tomorrow, they’ll be ready to do the day’s challenge.