For some odd reason, I really feel bad disturbing people who are sleeping.
It's bizarre, but I have such an insane paranoia regarding this that I'll go to great lengths to make sure it doesn't happen.
Case Study #1:
Forget the Girl was playing at KASCON hosted at Princeton University. They gave us two hotel rooms to stay in, and so three of us in the band had to sleep in a room with two double beds. I came in later than the others, so I arrived to a dark room where both of my buddies are sleeping to the side of each of their respective beds, giving me the option of sleeping next to either one.
But what do I do? I'm so paranoid about disturbing them that I decide to sleep on the floor of the hotel room with my jacket draped over my body for the entire night.
In the morning, they asked why the hell I did that, and I had no explanation, except that I "didn't want to disturb them."
Case Study #2:
My room at school is arranged such that rather than share a room and have a common room, my roommate and I have it arranged so that he has the common room to himself, and I have the bedroom. The only thing is, if I want to use the bathroom I have to walk through his room.
The prospect of having to open the door whenever he is asleep or napping bothers me such that for a while I would open the door handle as silently as possible. I would then creep into the bathroom, equally silently closing the door, and then turning on the light after entering, because when you turn on the light, the fan turns on too. Even when the fan goes on, I am bothered by that, such that I always wonder if there is a way to use the bathroom with the door closed and the light off (there isn't, because there's no windows).
Even right now, I am trying to clean up my room, but I won't because washing dishes means some clinking noises, and running water and walking back and forth between my room and his.
Oh, and you think my roommate is a light sleeper? He isn't. In fact, none of this bothers him at all, and he thinks I'm crazy.
Basically, I have to intentionally tell myself "oh whatever" and just make noise when I realize it's really not bothering anyone, but actually right now, the dishes thing....I can't bring myself to do it. Which is why I'm writing this blog entry instead.
