The past few weekday mornings I’ve been cuddling with my phone. Not because I feel any special affection for my phone (although, I must admit, it’s quite an amazing piece of technology), but more so because I’ve been riddled with guilt.
You see, as us kids do these days, I use my iPhone as an alarm clock. Well, a couple weeks ago I hear a knock on my apartment door. I answer and there’s someone who I’ve never seen before, but turns out he’s my next door neighbor (another “city life” anecdote — not knowing who’s been living next door to you for the past four years. ). After some brief chit-chat, he asks me if I was hitting snooze on my alarm — and by “hitting snooze,” he meant repeatedly hitting snooze over the course of an hour or so — because he could hear it and it was waking him up.
Perhaps it was just me catching the new year’s resolution bug, or just your average attempt to get more out of the waking hours, but I’ve been trying to rise out of bed earlier and earlier. Well, the first day I gave this a shot, it was nothing short of an abject failure.
But I couldn’t admit defeat that easily. So when my neighbor asked me about it, I lied! I straight up said it wasn’t me — or if it was me, I must’ve been doing it in my sleep and had no recollection of it whatsoever. He knew I was lying, I knew he knew I was lying, and yet I still lied. The truth is I snoozed the ever-loving hell out of that alarm. I hit snooze so many times that even Siri was like “God damn it, dude! I can’t do this any longer!” I mumbled out a few b.s. scenarios of what it could’ve been, apologized “if it was me,” and told him I would do my best to make sure I’m not the cause of any wake up calls for the foreseeable future.
So now, in my perpetual pursuit to have my unproductive cake and eat it too, when my alarm goes off the first time, I grab it, hit snooze, and muffle the alarms that follow nine minutes later with my pillow. I get to snooze my way through another wasted morning and my neighbor can continue to catch his z’s. A win-win for everyone.
Now that I’ve solved that problem, maybe I should actually just try getting out of bed.