Why do I find people who are asleep adorable and cute babies edible? Let’s look at the first phenomenon.
My brother and I fight. A lot. Physically and verbally. All day long, at every possible opportunity, with everything thing we have sans maturity. However, the moment he falls asleep, it’s as if I’m in a trance. All lovey-dovey feelings take over and I find him inexplicably and overwhelmingly cute. I just want to cuddle up to him and keep him warm and dark and perpetually in a state of deep, satisfying rest. I reason that maybe it’s my desire to see him asleep forever manifesting itself in strange and devious ways. Or maybe it’s because that’s the only time I can express my affection for him without being judged for it.
But no, I discovered that similar feelings arise towards anyone who is asleep, or towards most sleeping people I have come across. I love aiding people in falling asleep. When someone falls asleep on my shoulder in a car or on my lap for a nap in a sad, bedless place, I do everything I can to keep them comfortable. Every time I came across anyone in my university hostel sleeping with the lights on or without a blanket, I’d trespass into their rooms to make them more comfortable. I neither have any murderous or affectionate feelings for most of them. Hence, I couldn’t use the same reasoning as I did with my brother.
So instead I reason that it’s probably the fact that they are so powerless in the situation, all instincts to compete for survival are put to rest. They are asleep with their guard down and I am in complete control and automatically take on the role of a protector. Okay, that might have sounded rather extreme. But you see, if an arch enemy (I’m sure it’s no fun to have one but it sure is fun to talk about an arch enemy) of mine were asleep in front of me, I don’t think I would kill him/her off. Quite possibly, I’d give them a snuggle and a peck on the forehead.
One too many movies have one of the romantic leads gazing lovingly at the sleeping partner. And so many advertisements have mothers gazing lovingly and sleeplessly at their offspring. But in my case, it’s chronic and rampant. I love sleeping people. If I were the Prince in the Sleeping Beauty, that bitch would never be waking up. I’d be fluffing her pillow and helping her count sheep.
Now, to the babies. In the face of extreme cuteness, I’m clueless. I do not know what to do and that frustrates me. The feeling grows within me till finally I just want to eat the baby, albeit lovingly. Actually, rather voraciously. I have no clue what I’d do to sleeping babies. Yet.