I wonder from time to time if I'm( or more broadly CERTAIN people) are meant to be nocturnal. This isn't a habit I've forced myself into being a college slave, or even just plain old insomnia. Maybe somewhere deep in my sub-conscious maybe.. just maybe, I've convinced myself I'll become Tyler Durden one day if I just stop sleeping. Of course, this awesome fantasy ends as soon as I crash at around 11 in the morning, but as with many mortals, I have the inalienable right to dream.
I feel lighter, more active/energetic and alert at night, I don't have to squint, I get to enjoy sunsets AND rises
Everything is so peaceful and serene (Except when the dogs bark and make me feel like I'm..not alone..). Not to mention being 1000s of times more productive (compared to the TV statue I've become recently, ever observant of the screen)
Best of all: NO ONE IS UP TO BOTHER ME.
Worst part? NO ONE IS UP TO BOTHER
It's not that I can't sleep, I just don't want to
A cynical critic smothers you with his opinion. On everything. All the time. Whether you like it or not. Information Molestation
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