
1 sheep, 2 sheeps...
As I sit here more awake than throughout the entire day, I wonder what it takes to become tired, and why when I want to be tired, I can’t, and why when I want to be awake, I feel like I am in a zombie state. Then I wonder why I even wonder these things. Maybe I can’t fall asleep because I wonder too much. Maybe it’s because my wonder-er wonders about why it wonders, creating a never ending vicious cycle of non-sleep, or sleeplessness, or even sleep that doesn’t really do much for me. Do I really have insomnia? Or do I just have really shitty sleeping/eating/exercising habits that create sleep problems? As I mull this over night after night, hour after hour while counting the protrusions from the ceiling, trying to find constellations in them, and feeling much like a 17th century philosopher trying to figure out what consciousness is, or how you could even find out such a thing, I realize that all I am really doing is thinking to damned much. Is there a way to get ALL thoughts out so that you could have a clear mind throughout the day? Sure there is, or at least many would argue so. Some I think would tell me that I need to write more. That it’s writers block. Too many thoughts and no way to get them out. So you toss and you turn and you stay awake at 3am to write a blog about it. Eventually you come to the conclusion, or a conclusion so it seems, that every time you get a thought out of your head, 3 more are created out of nothingness. Can I really get to the point where all my thoughts are out on the table to stare at, and think about some more? Or is it just going to be another vicious cycle, one thought exited, three created in it’s place. And it also seems that it takes a hell of a lot of words just to get one thought out. I mean let’s get serious. What exactly do we have that is 100% explained, to which it could have no more explaining, or to which you couldn’t narrow it down just that much further for the next guy who doesn’t get it. I don’t know. I don’t even want to know. I just want to sleep. Or rather, I would like my brain to rest. Because you see even after I do fall asleep, and yes I do fall asleep eventually, I never really ever feel rested, like my energy has been completely recharged. I always feel the same amount of tiredness, the same amount of energy, no matter how many hours I slept. When I wake up in the morning after sleeping “the needed 6-8 hours a day”, I feel like crap, like I got an hour and half of sleep on a plane. I’ve tried more sleep, less sleep, no sleep (that option really sucks), drug-induced sleep, natural drug-induced sleep, all with the same or similar crappy effects, 0 energy and alertness.
Although, as I sit here writing this, my eyes begin to get heavy, and I start feeling like if I walked into my bedroom and layed down on the bed, I would fall into a deep trance-like super sleep state. I feel as if I had a long night at the bar with two Ambien before conking out on the bathroom floor. But alas, as soon as I crawl into that warm cozy bed, snuggled up with my wife, feeling the most comfortable I have ever been, I wake up. I wake up like it’s X-mas morning an I’m a 5 year old boy who just knows there’s some really cool shit sitting under the tree just waiting for me to go play with. And what are these mystical, magical, wonderful new things I have received? Nothing. There isn’t anything there. Just the need to change the world, to teach people how to use less water every day, how to stop using oil-based plastics and shit like that. And yeah ok sure these are all good things to think about every once in a while, maybe even all the time. But why when I want to sleep? It almost seems as if my brain thinks there is just too much to do in the world, in life, and says, “Hey! You got too much to do man, wake the hell up.”, so I wake up.
To me this just shouldn’t be the case. I should not have to fix everything, everywhere, right when I want to sleep. Or even all the time. Where’s some goddamn me time. Or some time for friends and family. I feel estranged from them as I’m sure they do from me because my mind has other things on itself. And would anyone believe that I have no real visible or tangible control over it? Not really. To outsiders it must seem like I ignore them completely and utterly out of disrespect for their wants and needs, that fixing clean water shortages are more important than spending a little time every day to keep in touch with someone far from me, or keeping in touch with my wife who is usually pretty damned close. But those things, in the very bitter end, are not more important than friends and family. Now if I could just get my brain to understand this I would be just a touch better off, and this blog would not have been written now would it have……Hmmm.
