
Not being able to sleep at night always seemed to me like a virus only adults can get. How weird to toss and turn throughout the nicest parts of the night instead of endulging in the sweetest dreams ?
How odd is to lie awake when you have the possibility to escape from this world for some hours ?
The amusing little sounds of the night (gently keeping you awake when you have to work late) turn into annoying noises if you try to sleep. All the problems you were thinking about during the day come to sit on your brest, holding back your breath and taking away the last chance to clear trouble off your mind. The world seems like a dark place where nothing good is left, where life is going to waste and where love is fading so fast. Now that I have experienced this, can I claim to be an adult now and get rid of all this for good and all? Please.
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I enjoy insomniac nights! I turn them to be exclusively mine :) extra hours when I am active - as I am not during the day.
I already felt sleeping a waste when I was small.
Anyway this must work: open the biology book at Treeless associations of our homeland.
Or call me ;)
BC is unfortunately not far enough, Nana is slaving still :D
unfortunately I don't enjoy them much because all my repressed pessimism floats to the surface...I guess it would hurt my ability to communicate quite seriously. But I haven't tried yet. :-)
PS isn't it annoying to be waken up by somebody if you happen to sleep quitely? I always thought.
Not for me. SanFransisco usually calls around midnight. Slavonia whenever, 3 am.
Its not for enjoyment:thats the point. To find something really boring.
When I was a child I also felt that sleeping is wasting time.
For me, turning and tossing is an everyday experience, the first 1- 1.5 hours of my nights are spent with that. It is really complicated to get under the surface (and I think this has something to do with that controll-mania I'm famous for).
Usually I don't spend these hours with pessimistic thoughts. Sometimes I am also more active than anytime during the day, I replay my past, sometimes I can't help laughing. Sort of the opposite of panic-attack.
All the same, I am dead next day (and it takes more and more time to recover).
I have read a book with the title Insomnia (Stephen King) recently and in that book it led to sensing a new level of reality. (Is it insane talking to angels, just because the others don't see them?)
Since I have began to exist I thought sleeping is the greatest thing that can happen to you in this life. Especially on weekday mornings. Especially when you have to go to school.
Dear N, your experience doesn't count, you are supernatural! I remember once you have hoovered your flat at 5 AM just because you couldn't sleep anyway (our flat ;-) ). As C had put it: not being able to sleep is science fiction.
Hey Guys, that reminds me, shouldn't we invite her here? Even if she is not away from Budapest for the moment, we all know it's just temporary...
Sure we can...
It's done. let's see if she's wants to join us :-)
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