The jerkiness of strangers and the fear of change

Earlier this month I got a twin bed from my cousin when she moved. It was a bed I had slept on whenever I visited so I already knew it was comfortable and I had been thinking about switching out my full for a twin in order to get more space in my bedroom. The plan was to Craigslist my old bed and put this new one up in its place.

A great plan in theory but the execution has left something to be desired. I’m sitting on the new twin bed which is on the floor. It’s draped in my old full bed sheets because I don’t have proper sheets to fit. My old bed is propped up in the corner of the kitchen because the people who responded to my Craigslist post never showed. Twice.

Earlier I wanted to just lie down and cry but I literally had no bed in my room at the time so I couldn’t. There’s a lot of reasons why this is so frustrating for me.  There are times when I struggle with change. Times when I’m afraid that I won’t like the new thing/place/person and despite the adventurous streak in me…a lot of times I would be perfectly content to have my corner of the world stay the same. Apparently furniture is one of those ‘fear change’ aspects of my life and it took me a while before I was cool giving up my old bed. (and I still might not be!)

I also hate it when a plan doesn’t work out. I planned to get a frame and headboard for the new bed in time for the switch. I planned to get twin sheet sets. I planned to have the Craigslist responder show up on time. So many plans of mine that didn’t work out at all and it’s very disheartening. Then when my plans fall apart I get upset and would like people around me to understand and empathize with me…which doesn’t always happen. Apparently the world doesn’t revolve around me or something.

On top of all this…PEOPLE WHO SAY THEY ARE GOING TO COME PICK UP STUFF FROM CRAIGSLIST SHOULD SHOW UP OR AT LEAST CALL! Geeze Louise, people, how hard is it to call or email and say “hey, I don’t want your stupid beds anymore so don’t bother waiting up”? I waited till one in the morning for these people to come. ONE IN THE MORNING! I feel like Stephanie on Full House, stomping around and folding my arms; “How rude!”

Sleep holds no appeal tonight because I’m dissatisfied with where I’m sleeping. But as it’s a necessary thing for life…I might as well try and get my 40 winks. They’ll be a much-closer-to-the-floor and on-a-overlarge-sheet 40 winks…but I will just have to deal.