I am telling on myself as a special snowflake today.
My wife bought some Egyptian cotton sheets a few years ago. She assures me that they become more comfortable the more you use them.
I hate them. They feel like sleeping on 120 grit sandpaper while you are slowly sliding downhill. It's not relaxing. I toss and turn all night long.
I try, however, to remember that sometime in the future they will become as comfortable as other sheets are right after you buy them and that in order for that to happen we have to use them.
This morning, I was trying to say: "Oh, are those the Egyptian cotton sheets on the bed?"
Unfortunately, what came out was: "Oh, are those the sheets that might get comfortable in a few more years?" I blame the lack of sleep and coffee.