Insomnia, the habit of refusing to being just another sheep.

Some people were born to be early birds, and others... well we are more like night owls.
Since my early teens, when I started doing what I wanted instead of what I was told, I acquired a taste for the night. Internet was THE new thing, so I would spend endless hours discovering this new cyber-space. Nights of excitement, chatting with random people from all over the world, learning how to type fast and testing my patience downloading mp3 through the good old dial-up connection (64 kb/s). Mornings would come and with it the guilty feeling of not having had any sleep. The birds chirping outside would make it even worse, going to bed in plain daylight, birds singing... even traffic noises starting to sound in the background.

My sleep pattern has always been a bit fucked. Insomnia is a good friend of mine. I used to hate it, but with time I´ve managed to find a way to live at ease with it. I don´t see it as a bad thing anymore. Some people are more productive or efficient during mornings and throughout the day. Other find at night the inspiration and energy needed to accomplish things, studying, working or even creating stuff. Luckily I learned how to live with it, not letting guilty feelings affect me anymore.

Some days I like to pretend I am normal, just like everyone. It just takes a few valium after dinner, a little of some good indica strain and a hot shower. Then I might sleep early, specially if I did sports during the day. When I sleep early everything seems odd, like unreal. Waking up early is strange, seeing the sun rising even more. But walking down the street, witnessing the morning life with my own eyes, is nice. I feel more accepted, pretty uplifted, I might even smile to a stranger with all this energy.

Here I am again... 2 am, cold windy night, writing random stuff for strangers from random places. Just like in my teens, just that I have little hair nowadays... old habits die hard.

Thanks for reading! :D