so here’s the thing about not being able to sleep. when you know you’re not going to go to bed, suddenly you’ve got all those extra hours you always wanted, that time that people say they’re always running out of. You wanna shout to the world “Man, there’s plenty of time, you just gotta earn it by not sleeping!”
Sleep is a weakness. its an inherent flaw in our biology that we need to render ourselves vulnerable and unproductive for 1/3 of our day in order to regenerate. They say sleep correlates to memory retention, tissue regeneration, optimal brain function… but guess what? I wasn’t gonna sleep anyway so its no loss to me!
the freedom of insomnia is truly a revelation. instead of embracing what The Man wants me to do with the wee morning hours, i can do whatever the hell i want with them! because tossing and turning and wishing you could just fast-forward to the morning when you wake up is both pointless and exhausting in and of itself!
Plus, there’s always the joy of coffee to wake up to- knock back a couple cups and you’re just as restored as someone who had 10 hours on a featherbed in a silent room filled with chakra crystals, right? I mean, Ben Franklin didn’t sleep more than 4 hours a night, and he was the greatest human being ever created by the mysterious non-personifiable force with no specific influence over the unfolding of events on this incredibly unlikely world…
pardon me while i plunge into the kind of wild-eyed productivity followed by suddenly waking up with my face on the keyboard and 97 pages of jjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj tacked on to the end of my brief.
