[ WP ] Find a random post on r/TIFU and make an explanation for the title without reading the post .

`` TIFU by making my phone into my bed'' 
 
 So, I've been practicing shape shifting for some time now. Oddly enough, it is n't much of a stretch to shift something you are touching. It did n't take long for someone to realize this, considering the inconvenience of shifting in the nude. They carried that logic forward and realized they can shift other objects, without shifting themselves. 
 
 Now, there is inherent danger in shifting oneself into an inanimate object, as inanimate objects do not normally think, so they can not desire to shift back. If you do this, you will be eternally shifted, forever stuck as the object. If someone shifts you back, your mind will be empty. I say they do not normally think, as some brave soul found a workaround for this. It turns out that you mind transitions into the new object, but only if it has somewhere to go. If you shift into a sparrow, your mind goes into the sparrows mind. You are by no means bird brained—you have full access to the faculties of your mind—but it is inhabiting the mind that would normally occur in a sparrow. This brave, or perhaps just brazen shifter had shifted himself into an inanimate object *with* a mind: a computer in his case. He was n't the first to shift into a computer, but he was the first to shift back, perhaps because he was the first shape shifter to encounter a computer sufficiently complex to hold something akin to a mind. 
 
 Now I tell you this, because the same holds true when shifting inanimate objects. If I pick up a stick and try to shift it into a computer, the memory on the computer will be blank, and it will be useless and unable to boot. The stick had no mind, or no logical functionality, so the same is true of the computer it is shifted into. I had n't thought about the reverse: the result of shifting a computer into a stick. 
 
 That is until today. Some shifters can shift themselves into a well-rested version of themselves, but I have n't figured this out yet. I was hiking alone on a warm moon-lit night, grew tired, and figured I would just make a bed to rest on. I was rather tired, and I tend not to think things through when I'm tired. Instead of grabbing some useless object, perhaps a stick, I used what I had in my hand, my cellphone, and turned it into a bed. I slept well, at least until sunrise, but on awaking I was somewhat distraught that I could not find my phone. I decided to give up and continue my hike, which meant I had to get rid of the bed. At that point I realized that *the bed* had been my phone. I turned it back, but it refused turn on. I immediately knew what had happened. 
 
 It turns out that as much as a phone has a mind, a bed does n't. Every picture, album, contact, and book I had on that phone was gone. 
 
 In frustration, I turned it into a brick and threw it as far as I could, which is quite far when you can give yourself the strength of an hundred stout men.
