…but when I do, it’s because of days like Thursday.
For me, things seem so much more Worst Case Scenario at night. Your doorbell rings at 2:00 am and it’s the scariest thing you’ve ever heard.* The phone rings at 4:00 am and it’s certainly Terrible News. You get yourself caught up in a bummer of a mood and there’s no sunshine to go outside and bask in and zap away all the icky thoughts. That’s partially what happened to me Thursday. And while a surprise 90-minute phone conversation at about 2:30 am (NOT Terrible News**) helped to alleviate it, I think sleep was the primary cure.
I woke up the next morning (er, later that morning, I guess). The sun was shining, it was a beautiful day, and I’d been granted the sweet relief and fresh perspective that only several hours of sleep could provide me.
I’m mostly posting this because I’m certain I’m not the only one who experiences this. Not every day (holy SHIT that would be terrible!), but at least once in a while, yes? I’ve got a Wikipedia-fueled theory that this is some sort of neuro-chemical reaction, as our brains are pretty sensitive to changes in daylight. If you’re feeling particularly nerdy, read about the suprachiasmatic nucleus. It’s the thing in our brains that regulates our circadian rhythm. Very interesting. Uh, to me at least.
That’s really all I got. Just wanted to check back in and let all three of you know that I’m doin’ aight now.
*When I was a kid, the doorbell at my parents’ house once went through a fit of malfunctioning during which it would ring by itself, sometimes in the middle of the night. It was as if it got pressed in, and several hours later would pop back out and activate the chime. It was a little creepy during the day…SUPER creepy during the night.
**This is a great benefit of having more and more friends who are night owls. I no longer break out into a cold sweat when my phone rings that late. Of course, I’m often up already.
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