So I'm hanging out with a friend of mine on her bed and I comment on how much I prefer beds that have no box-spring and are just a mattress on the floor.
Now I'm like most other people and enjoy xkcd and I recall this comic:
Remembering this comic I come to the the obvious conclusion: I am an adult! I live on my own! I can do whatever I want and by God I should totally get rid of my bed-frame and put my mattress on the floor just like I'd prefer.
However, my bed-frame is too big and too difficult to fit through the doorway to actually be thrown out of my apartment. This means that due to a stupid chance of events (ie the person before me just happening to purchase this particular bed-frame which is difficult to move) I can't live out my childhood dream of just having a mattress on the floor. At least not quite yet. . .
Damn you universe! *Shakes fist*