This morning, after a much needed lock-in with my girls this weekend (Spare me on lock-ins being only acceptable for teens, because they're not. They're awesome.), I found myself pondering the sides of the bed we choose to sleep on. We had all woken up, and subsequently piled into one bed to recap the evening. I asked my newly married friend which side was hers. Up front, it seemed like a quick surface-level, left/right force of habit or toilet paper over/under debate, but once I started thinking back, I realized I had always... always, always, always slept on the left. Searching back into memories of old apartments, dorm rooms, even quick vacations- I was always on the left. This seemed to apply both to the times when the left happened to be the furthest path from the door, and the most direct.
Anecdotes from my conversation this morning proved one of the other gals to be a right-side sleeper, and the other a lefty, like me. None of the ladies were switch hitters. We all had a side, and for as long back as we recalled, always stuck to it - subconsciously or otherwise.
Why is this so curious to me? Is there some sort of history, or psychology to why we habitually select one side over the other? And are there those that sleep on both sides? Or (gasp), the middle?
Or perhaps it's coincidence that the three of us had solid left/right history. In any case... I will be getting to the bottom of this.
My mom will be happy to know at least one of her children is a lefty. Er, sorta.
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Ryan and I have switched sides no less than five times since we've lived together. What does that say about us? Indecisive? Or just flexible?
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