So, I don’t like to sleep. Sometimes. This varies: often I do like to sleep. Particularly to sleep in. However, when I am stressed about the future I cannot help remembering that any particular person will spend about one-third of their life asleep. A whole third. That’s, like, a lot.
Anyway I don’t think there has been one day this week that I actually went to bed before midnight…and that does not include the time spent in actually falling asleep. Then I have, or had, my alarm set for six-thirty in the morning. Admittedly, I didn’t actually get up until only half-an-hour before class several days, but it still overall completely ruined my sleep schedule. I’ve been drinking a lot of coffee.
I need my sleep. That’s all. Of course now that I really do: i.e. school is in full swing and I need a job and I’m a procrastinator at the best of times, I’ve installed the StumbleUpon toolbar. Will I ever sleep again?
But I found one site there that does relate to this post (eventually). It’s called LikeBetter (I think) and you just choose out of two pictures which one you prefer until the brain says it has something to say about you. And then you tell it whether it was right or wrong. Generally it worked well for me…at least until it thought I was a guy. I don’t know if I want to analyze that particular answer. Anyway, after one sequence of picture-choosing, the brain said I was a night person. My brother’s first thought was, yeah that’s right. (He was visiting–or rather needed a place to sleep last night, so I got to see him. Yay! And I’ll see him on Tues, twice, I think, and he’ll bring me Apartment Life. Yay!)
Re-railing this post. Yes, lately I’ve been a night-owl type. This usually happens once school starts, and I actually have to do homework. I can’t do all my online stuff, not to mention my games, writing, knitting and other free time stuff until I get back home. And that’s especially hard now that I actually hang out with friends. Seriously, this has been totally screwing with my academic life. (Well not really, actually it’s really helpful when I’m writing an essay specifically and can brainstorm with a bunch of other people who have some idea of what I’m talking about.) But it does mean that I don’t have nearly as much time to screw around in. Though I do anyway.
And I stay up too late and don’t get up until pretty much just before I have to leave for class.
Why don’t I consider myself a true night person then? Because I really like to get up early. Preferably before, say, 6:30 am. When I do manage to get up that early, I tend to accomplish much more. There’s more daylight to work with, and while I have just as many hours when I stay up late, I don’t have the motivation. I love the early morning light, and the way the sun slants through the window just after eight. And I can appreciate that so much more when I’ve already had coffee and breakfast.
I can get kind of obsessive about not wasting time–though I continue to do so–especially when I’m stressed. When I was really depressed my junior year in high school I didn’t want to sleep at all. Seriously. Mostly I just got stuck on the idea that as human beings we spend approximately a full third of our lives asleep.
What a waste of time, right?
This was before I’d come to the realization that sleep, is, in fact, the only the best, most useful part of the day. So lets just say it probably didn’t help that I was depressed. They (they being scientists, somewhere, apparently doing research, probably with federal grants) have found that the clinically depressed, are often also often chronically sleep-deprived. And I have discovered since then that I need between eight and nine hours of sleep at night. No matter what time of night, or what time my alarm goes off, if I go back to sleep, I will get back up almost exactly nine hours lately. Or sometimes eight, if I did intend on getting up for something. For example, when my brother came by he didn’t get here until after midnight, and we ended up talking until nearly two. I woke up this morning enough to turn off the alarm and actually got up at almost exactly 10 am because I was going to help my youngest brother with his essay.
I know I’m an English major because I wanted to take the thesis (which was very good) from his one-and-a-half page draft and turn it into an eight page paper just for kicks. He was very grateful that I didn’t try to make him do that.
P.S. You’re also supposed to sleep better in a dark room as well. I’ve always preferred pitch black. Unfortunately someone made the incredibly odd decision to install indoor office fluorescent strip lights on the walkway (where the only windows are). They are rusting. Then again, the cover came loose on the light nearest the stairway, and it has killed lots of bugs. It must be their supa-secret plan. And so long as I don’t get electrocuted. But at any rate, it means my room is darkest (currently) at about 6:30pm just before those lights come on. Blackout curtains, maybe, if I ever think of them and can afford them at the same time.