I’ve never really understood the obsession with making the bed every morning.
First it was my mom growing up every day before school: “Make your bed!” And now it’s my girlfriend doing the same thing.
Every morning, she's on me about it: "Come on, let's make the bed together. It'll make the room look nice." Nice for who? We both work all day, so no one's even seeing it.
She does it religiously. Like the second we get out of bed, boom... she’s fluffing pillows, straightening sheets, smoothing everything like we’re filming a commercial. And God forbid I sit back down for a second, I get the death stare.
Seriously, what is the logic here? You spend all night in it, mess it up completely, and then... what? Spend five minutes every morning just to make it look untouched for the next 12 hours? No one’s seeing it. We’re not running a hotel. And even if someone did randomly walk into our room (why would they?), I doubt their day is going to be ruined by an unmade bed.
I don’t know, man. It just feels like one of those “because that’s what adults do” things. Like no one actually has a good reason, we just do it because our parents did it and now, we think not doing it means you're lazy or immature or some crap.
Beds are for sleeping. Not for show.