People are always shocked when they hear of the times that I go to bed every night. For those that don’t know, get your AED’s ready. I usually go to bed at an average time of 3 a.m. every night. Now I don't spend these nights just sitting there staring at the ceiling as I try and wander off into a dream world. I don't do this because I'm probably already in a dream world. My mind wanders like a stray finch and why would anyone want to fall asleep without knowing where something like that would land?
When friends see me they’ll come up to me and ask “So, what time did you go to bed last night? or “Oh yeah that’s right you never sleep! What’s that like?” and when people find out for the first time they respond with... “What! Are you serious!? You’re not serious! I’m in bed for five hours by then!” That’s insane!”
To most, yes this is insane. But to me it’s normal. I’ve been doing it ever since I got into high school. I pulled my first all night-er when I was in 4th grade, it was the night before Valentines Day. There would be days where I’d go to school on two hours of sleep, if that. Was that smart? Absolutely not but I spent the night before watching YouTube videos on everything known to man. From cats to dancing, from video blogs to independent singing. Anything that came up in my head, I’d watch and it was in my system like a white blood cell. People always ask me for a reason and I usually answer with “I stay up until my body tells me I can’t anymore.” It’s just easier than tossing and turning for an hour and just wasting time, something I HATE to do. But I think I’m finally starting to realize why I stay up so late, my brain functions better when the stars come up. Maybe it’s because everyone else’s brains are shut off for the night and the amount of thoughts have dwindled. For when this happens, my brain takes advantage.
(Fun Fact: my last two blogs have been written or finished after midnight.)
I’m always asked why I forget stuff a lot also. I have terrible short term memory, but if you ask me who stole the sniffy markers in kindergarten I know 100% that it was that boy, John Jaser and I’ll fight that to my grave! (For all of you who will now go on Facebook to find him, he’s not on there. Unfortunately)
But no, the reason my short term memory is so bad is because throughout the day millions of things pop in my head. That’s not an exaggeration. From frogs riding unicycles to wondering who J.D. Salinger idolized as a kid. So many things just rifle through my head and while I write this I’m thinking about how long it took Lupe Fiasco to write ’The show goes on’.
My brain never stops and if I take a second to day dream it will turn into ten minutes of just staring and then a diminutive smile as I see a wombat run across a hard wood floor. I’m not normal and I like to flaunt that to everyone I meet, some see it and find it amusing, others see it as deranged and they shy from me, too bad. I absolutely love it and I find it hilarious how I work and if you ask me why I’m so crazy, I’ve probably already envisioned you eating spaghetti with a spoon.
But back to my point. The reason I stay up so late is because I love seeing what I can envision, what I can write, what I can find online to read about, what I can find that I’ve never been able to find before. It fascinates me. It’s challenges me and I wouldn’t want it any other way. When I woke up today, I had no clue I’d be writing another blog at midnight. On the way home from South Carolina, I had no idea I’d be writing that blog about college. However, like a rock hitting a windshield *BOOM* it hits and cracks and my fingers move faster than Usain Bolt in a final heat.
If I sit in my bed and say “I’m going to write tonight.” I’ll end up writing short stories about my day and just inserting pictures of cats memes. But if I’m searching Spotify for new songs (Currently really into “The Format” check them out) or just surfing the web, then this happens. A long blog full of paragraphs that I try and get you to read more and more until you hit the final period.
My imagination as a kid was always wild and I would live for the words “Ok kids, today you have to write a creative story!” and by the time I was handed my paper, I’d have 4 complete story ideas. From start to finish. My biggest problem would be to choose just one at that time. I still love creating stories like that, and one of my favorite things to do to my friends is to tell them stories about myself that I know are incredibly erroneous but because of the detail I add in them, my friends are always stuck there wondering if the stories are true.
This is my Red Bull, this is my morning coffee, this is the extra kick it takes to keep me up for a while. Nothing makes me happier than just sitting on my bed and just day dreaming until my body finally says "Okay, time to go. Same time tomorrow?" The world is a much better place when you can step outside of it for a bit.
Now it's time for me to retreat back into the roaring seas of pillows and sheets because James Grahn and I are hitting the town tomorrow at 7am to de-leave people’s lawns.
It is now 2 a.m. and here is the final period.
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