You don’t truly appreciate your tailbone until it decides to stage a protest.
One day, you’re sitting just fine—living your life, sipping your coffee—and the next, your tailbone has unionized, gone on strike, and is filing grievances with your nervous system. And unlike other body parts, your tailbone is petty. It will remember every time you plopped into a chair too hard or sat twisted like a pretzel for three hours binge-watching crime dramas.
It’s not just pain—it’s a full-on life adjustment. Suddenly, you’re analyzing every chair like a sommelier examines fine wine.
“Hmm… hardwood, no cushioning, aggressive slope… nope, not today.”
Or: “Ooo, plush seat… but wait, too soft. This will lure me in then destroy me by hour two.”
People without tailbone pain don’t get it. They’ll invite you to dinner, wave toward a rigid wooden bench, and say, “Sit anywhere!” That’s when you know they’ve never experienced the joy of discreetly carrying your own cushion into a restaurant like it’s your emotional support animal.
And don’t get me started on car rides. A normal person can just hop in and go. But when your tailbone’s on high alert, every trip requires strategic planning:
Cushion placement: critical.
Seat angle: must be negotiated to the millimeter.
Pit stops: non-negotiable.
The truth is, tailbone pain makes you rethink your entire tush lifestyle. But here’s the upside: once you find the right support (hi, shameless plug for SunCloud® Cushions), you realize that comfort is not a luxury—it’s a survival tactic.
So if your tailbone has been acting like a diva lately, just remember: you’re not weak, you’re wise. You’ve learned that sometimes the secret to happiness isn’t a bigger house, faster car, or exotic vacation—it’s a seat that doesn’t make you want to cry.
And that, my friends, is tush wisdom for the ages.