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A further requirement is the coziness of the space right around the bed though.
A bed on top of a garbage dump is not cozy because of the terrible smells.
A bed right next to an airport's runway isn't cozy because of the deafening sound of planes etc.
When it is raining outside suddenly the bed gets 30% cozier
It was raining today and i could not pull myself away from my bed, i just slept and slept
And when everything is cozy, nothing will be.
i was born into it, molded by it
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I do directional work for drilling rigs and pretty much live on them. I'd do wells from start to finish, some last over 90 days, 30 minimum.
Anyway, he's right. In my job you get your own trailer and room. But you're sometimes 50 feet from the drilling rig. And oil rigs are Hella loud, like some parts you can't go in unless you have ear protection. So while on location it's constant noise from the rig, but something about the vibration and noise will make you sleep like a baby it's a very consistent sound, never stops and I sleep like a baby. It's like brown noise. When I come home I can't sleep cause I live in the country and it's DEAD quiet
Doesn't that hurt the whales? Whales use sound to see, they can't eat or communicate if it's too noisy.
I only do land work, not enough money could put me on a deep sea rig.
Cows don't seem to mind much tho
Man this is so true. Once one gets used to a constant hum, it’s basically impossible to go back. If it’s silent I literally cannot sleep and I’ve been away from the hum for at least a decade
If I lived in a land made of pillows, Id want my bed to be made of slate
where is this magic pillow land? sounds great
Also if you stand in this pillow land, is the exterior area just space, so that would make the land itself very cozy
To enjoy bodily warmth, some small part of you must be cold, for there is no quality in this world that is not what it is merely by contrast. Nothing exists in itself. If you flatter yourself that you are all over comfortable, and have been so a long time, then you cannot be said to be comfortable any more. For this reason a sleeping apartment should never be furnished with a fire, which is one of the luxurious discomforts of the rich. For the height of this sort of deliciousness is to have nothing but the blanket between you and your snugness and the cold of the outer air. Then there you lie like the one warm spark in the heart of an arctic crystal.
Herman Melville, Moby Dick
I'd argue the coziness of a bed is also directly proportional to the environment you would have to wake up to. A bed in an oil rig would not be cozy since knowing you have to wake up to a life in an oil rig detracts from the experience.
Waking up in some kind of endless pillow realm would distress me more than on an oil rig.
But the bed would have been cozy up until that point
I think the Danish word Hygge contains this coziness-to-exterior-inhospitability quotient
I've been on ships in the Arctic ocean mid winter. Best sleep I ever had.
Bed is life.
I don't think this only applies to physical comfort either. When I'm overly stressed by things outside, even if the weather is perfect, bed is still abnormally more comfortable.