You've seen them in the library, slumped against chairs. You've seen them in the hallways, tucked into corners. You've seen them sprawled on the grass, limp on desks, and even collapsed on the floor. They are...
THE SLEEPING PEOPLE.
During freshman year, whilst I was attending my favorite University in Cedar City, my good friend Katie F went to BYU (good friends in the way that we went to the same school, and talked at least once and I always thought she was like the coolest person in the world and even though we never actually "hung out" ... ok spoke... outside of sitting in the same classroom I always wanted to be her friend so I'm gonna claim it ok? Give me this one).
There she found that sleeping in public is apparently a societal norm. I looked at her pictures and lauuuuughed at those poor hopeless bums. I also swore that when I went to BYU I'd never be caught in such a pathetic situation.
It took me three days.
I can't help it. I fight it, really I do. But it's just so conVENient. There's all these little couches in little nooks of the library where all you have to do to be comfortable is lean your head back... like so... and
BAM. out. Out like Papa Jim when he tried to read me bedtime stories. I don't think he ever made it past page four. I always thought it was so dang weird. Who could really be that tired? Who could actually have so FEW inhibitions that you could truly Sleep in Public??
Ah the blessings of anonymity and sleep deprivation.
My inhibition have flown out the window. Out the window, to the car and are currently road-tripping to Canada. AYE????
Buenos noches from the comfy library chair in the most hidden corner. (I do have some pride.) And I know I'm basically a celebrity to you but please... no pictures.