Me, too, except I have an overdeveloped atheist work ethic, dammit.
My role model is Sunny von Bulow.
Not being able to hit the toilet from my room.
No, that’s not tea in that bottle!!
:eek:
What gets me out of bed: My cat walking on my bladder.
What do I live for: The insatiable curiosity to find out what happens next.
:rolleyes:
Well, the cat’s not going to feed himself (and I mean, even if he could, he wouldn’t, he likes the service).
What do I look forward to? Usually something interesting happens every day. Sometimes you have to pay closer attention to find it. I don’t like missing my interesting thing. It’s like a little gift from the universe to me.
I got plans, man. Things to do and people’s lives to improve.
Gotta get the slips of paper first.
When I was in my 20s I started an anti-suicide regimen, step one of which was french toast. That gave me the reason to get out of bed. Step two was work. Those were the only steps.
Nowadays I am watching my weight so I really have no reason to live.
Aside from the fact that I don’t see a better choice. Life is painful and depressing but I guess death is more painful and depressing.
There are lots of good things in life, but when they’ve all abandoned me, it’s the fact that death is such a creepy downer that keeps me living.
What gets me out of bed? Curiosity. To see what the day will bring. Also for those little moments when you connect with another human being - from a smile exchanged with the barrista at the cafe, through to falling madly in love with your soulmate (not that I have personal experience of this) Those moments of connection with someone, when you see the amazing person that they are and can be. Because every day holds surprises, and the extraordinary can happen in a moment, even in the midst of the mundane and ordinary or even the downright depressing.
I concur with the gotta pee thing. Also the dog and cats need to be fed. But I reeeeally like setting the alarm an hour early so that I can hit the snooze multiple times and stay in bed. Mmmmm.
I also love to read and eat chocolate. I have strips of garden in the flower beds that I enjoy working on. I’m still learning stuff at work, which gives at least the illusion of progress, and if that doesn’t work, camping usually boosts the jets.
And music. And the grown kids staying in touch. Probably a few other things.
This morning, the notion if I didn’t get out of bed soon, I would not be able to eat anything before eight pm as they don’t feel the need to feed us when there’s no school. Tomorrow: meeting with my boss before he teaches at 8:30 and then to go to campus police and report my stolen licence plate.
No, seriously, I will live well to confound those who wish me not to, who told me i would become nothing because who and what I am. As I said not to long ago, I will keep my chips on the table if for no other reason than to give not one more drop of pleasure to those who would love to see me fold, to make me fold. I live life to the fullest because it is a gift, and every day, I’m given new reasons to go on. A smile from a stanger, a friend in a time of need, a new book, a cup of tea and a plate of Indian food. Whatever. It’s all good.
I expect to get good news in my email box every single morning.
That’s happened exactly once (today in fact) in the past two years, but it still motivates me.
Guilt, mostly. Work obligations. The knowledge that if I don’t go to work I will a) earn a reputation as a slacker and b) not get paid.
On weekends, the only thing that gets me out of bed is the inability to sleep in. I’ll get up at 7am on a weekend instead of 6:15am on a work day.
As to what I live for… right now it is to do assignments and pass exams, not to mention my actual work. I hardly ever get to see MaxBabe anymore, apart from when I’m on the couch typing up an assignment 
Max.
Gotta agree with the pee people. I considered keeping a bottle by the side of my bed but i couldn’t see how I could pee in the bottle while lying down, and there’s always the risk that I might feel thirsty.
What do I live for? The feeling of relief that surges through me when I eventually get out of bed and go for a pee.
Dunkin Donuts’ bacon, egg n’ cheese croissant sandwich, medium coffee w/ cream & sugar, and a lemon-filled (occasionally a bavarian cream) doughnut.
I’m a simple creature.
Yeah. It’s usually the pee thing.
Work, checking email, and curiosity are other motivators.
I’m not the perkiest person all the time—sometimes I get plenty depressed—but there’s this “spark of life” in me. It’s always been with me, even when I’ve been at my absolutely scariest lowest (which isn’t that often, thankfully). It’s the artsy spark in me. To create something, learn something new. Sometimes it’s more dormant that at other times, but it’s always there.
More specifically (and for some reason, this always gets to me), is the fact that since I went to college in a really crappy area of downtown LA and didn’t have a car (took the bus down there), my dad would pick me up after classes were over. He had already put in a full day’s work, he was really tired, but he was there, every night, to pick me up. Sometimes the visual memory of him waiting to pick me up from college is what gets me up in the morning. He (and my mom) sacrificed a lot to make sure I had a good education, and I can’t let that education go to waste. So I gotta get up and do something.
Oh, and this is something my mom often talks about: after my dad died, she was understandably depressed. She had moved halfway across the country (long story), didn’t really know anybody, and the grief really hit her hard. She said she would have willingly never got out of bed, but the cats bugged her to get up and feed them and clean their dirt boxes.
She said that she isn’t sure how she would have gotten through that first year after my dad died if it hadn’t been for the cats. She might have not given a damn whether she ate or drank, but the kitties deserved better. She also said that they almost could sense her moods, because if she was having a particularly bad “weepy” spell, one of the cats (she had several) would be right there by her side, comforting her.
Cats are a good reason to get out of bed in the morning!
Yup, the pee-urge gets me outta bed in the morning too. What keeps me out of bed is my computer, my paid jobs, my friends, stuff I like doing and places I like to see.
Been down th’ track where not much could get me outta that bed except the call of the bladder before now. Not a good scene.
At the moment getting up is easy. I’m doing prac in an orthopaedic trauma ward and it’s really interesting.
Any other time though and it’s either work or the dulcet tones of my girlfriend going “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU STILL DOING IN BED AT THIS HOUR???” 
well, work isnt one of them usually, except for at the moment with this dang temp job starting at 7:30 am :eek: …but i am used to getting up simply cuz i had enough sleep and i looked forward to the coffee/early morning chatroom chats with my buds and getting ready for another day “unfolding”. I have spent the past decade developing my freelance skills, which was more than being creative, it had a lot to do with smashing the “work ethic” box that kept trying to suck me in to shush the critical eye of others. Just not drone material here, I do enjoy work, am not lazy, but it certainly does not get me out of bed in the morning. My mornings are generally for contemplative activities, the gears start to turn after noon, and a good feeling at the end of the day is the best insurance that an easy awakening will follow in the coming a.m.
well don’t this suck, its 6:09 and i have to get on task for the dang temp job or i will miss my train! Good thing I enjoy the people who signed up for this holiday madness with me 
Loving and being loved.
Hope for the future.
The belief that even though I may not understand it, there is a reason why I am in this time and this place, doing what I’m doing.
That’s what I live for.
What gets me out of bed? Coffee.