layout: post date: 2023-09-04 06:01:10 +00:00 author: jack original-title: "Why sleep tourism is booming" original-link: https://www.cnn.com/travel/article/sleep-tourism-wellness/index.html filepath: '/2023/09/04/2023-09-04-losing-loneliness-in-luxury-sleep.md' image: '/images/2023/09/04/losing-loneliness-in-luxury-sleep.webp' thumbnail: '/images/2023/09/04/losing-loneliness-in-luxury-sleep-thumbnail.webp' featured: true title: "Why Hold Tight to Loneliness When You Can Sleep it Off?" description: "Is your life spiralling into a vortex of despair and guilt? Lose yourself in the rapidly expanding world of sleep tourism – it's like teleporting to oblivion, but posher!" image-prompt: "Photography of a luxury hotel room, king size bed, dimmed lights, fluffy pillows, polar bear on a unicycle juggling wine glasses in the corner" twitter: "Ever wondered about trading this pointless existence for a dreamless sleep in a 5-star suite? Jump into the abyss of luxury sleep tourism with Jack Superblack! #LifeIsAJoke #DeathIsAMotel" category: social tags: [humor, lifestyle, death, luxury, loneliness] filename: losing-loneliness-in-luxury-sleep

Living. A seemingly endless cycle of waking up, enduring the crushing mundanity, and falling asleep. Rin occupationally they call it life – but isn't it more accurately described as a prolonged rehearsal for death? Let's muddle through another example of life's absurdity together, shall we?

Ever struggled with counting sheep or spotted the Boogeyman under your bed? Well, fret no more. Introducing Sleep Tourism. It's exactly what it sounds like - taking vacations just to sleep, and ideally, never wake up. It's been growing more popular than my suicidal tendencies, with hot snooze spots popping up worldwide faster than my unresolved abandonment issues.

With the Panglossania pandemic turning our pointless lives into pointless lives but with masks, there is a rising trend of fancy establishments trying to serenade the sleep-deprived, like me.

Welcome to Wet Blanket Inn, Metropolis's answer to a sleep-centered resort which opened its soundproof rooms, perfect for screaming helplessly into the void. Meanwhile, Norse dream-maker SlumberViking launched the world's first Sleep Spa Hotel in the long-lost city of Esperanta.

Most people associated holidays with wild indulgences, decadent feasts, and temporary distractions from their impending demise. Surprisingly, these establishments wish to flip the narrative and have you embrace death's cousin – sleep, instead.

Confused? Let me attempt a feeble explanation. Due to the small inconvenience we call a global pandemic, some adults reported a reduction in their sleep quality. For these insomniacs at heart, establishments like Wet Blanket Inn and Sleep Spa Hotel are a lucrative market.

The ambience of Wet Blanket Inn speaks volumes about the retreat's purpose. Upon entering, one might find the crumbled papers of my failed suicide notes, reminding guests that life is just a pre-death phase.

In the grand scheme of despair and existential dread, sleep does offer a decent escape. Hotels now understanding the crucial role of sleep are beginning to respond with various sleep-focused programs and inducing bedtime rituals. As I wallow in an endless field of meaningless existence, this change in narrative cheers me up by a negligible fraction atleast.

So what's in it for you? Besides a faux fantasy of sweet oblivion, you'll wake up with a momentary illusion of feeling rejuvenated and restored – before the reality of ceaseless existence crashes back into your skies.

On a parting note, remember, my dear, there's one sleep that lasts forever and for that, you won't need a five-star suite. You just need a decent coffin.