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There are actual insomniacs out there that suffer from serious, serious symptoms, like chronic depression, and obesity, and severe anxiety disorder... it's insulting to those people that pay thousands of dollars just for professional help. It's like proclaiming you have cancer just because you'e developed a new mole on your arm.
So long as you actually put your head on your pillow, (maybe with the aid of a Dickens book) I bet you'd eventually enter a state of slumber. Please, stop misusing the word insomnia.
When people tell me they're tired, I don't know what exactly they would like me to do to help them. Is this just something that is a 'problem', an 'issue', a matter that deserves multiple people's attention? Does it make them feel better if they confide in me about their exhaustion? Or do they expect me to make them a double espresso, made with extra strong-tasting Coffea arabica beans, and with an additional dose of sugar/sweetener added? Or do they expect me to sing a lullaby to them? Perhaps count sheep with them? Get them home and in their jammies and tuck them in?
It's annoying how people say they're tired in the morning, although, it is understandable since they just woke up. But then again, people also say they're tired after they finish their dinner, and when they' realize just how late it is when they stay up in the middle of the night, and the next day, they complain, yet again, about their tiredness after vigorous exercise during the daytime, and after a good long afternoon of playing games, or work, or day out with the family.
You see, I am tired, if you want me to be frank. I work from 11:30am 'til past midnight for six days a week as a bartender. I have to keep a smile on my face, and talk to customers, my coworkers, and my boss constantly, as if I enjoy washing and polishing a thousand glasses a day. I have to pour over a hundred glasses of wine in a day, over twenty cups of coffee, and over two hundred glasses of beer. I have to remember the names of over fifty different beers, and what their corresponding bottles, glasses, and coasters, look like, as well as memorize each glass and bottle's locations amongst the shelves in the bar, their brewing methods and distinct features, their country of origin, and their prices. I have to remember all the food on the menu, all the ingredients in each dish, how they're cooked, what the chef recommends, what the manager recommends, what wine goes well with what meat, what sauce goes well with what meat, and to which customer every dish coming out of the kitchen should be served. I also need to know a lot of miscellaneous crap, like where to find the spare limes to make garnishable lime wedges, where to find the milk, where to find the various kinds of tea bags (English Breakfast, Earl Grey, Green, Peppermint, etc...), which dial or switch adjusts and controls which light in the restaurant, what music to play at what hour and with what atmosphere, and which credit cards we take and which we don't.........
Uh, of course, I'm tired.
But I don't complain about it, because that doesn't help anybody. It never helped me when I was primary school, 'cause that just made my parents bring me home earlier to put me to sleep. It doesn't help at school, it distracts you, it gives you a reason to not pay attention. It also gives you a reason to be lazy at work. And It doesn't help when you run, when you swim, whenever you do exercise, 'cause that one breath spent on expressing your fatigue could've been used instead on invigorating you one breath bit further.
I suggest people should just suck it up. If you're that tired, if you're really tired, then forget about your work, or your studies, or your friends and family, all your responsibility, and just go home, go to bed, go relax, go to sleep, go take a break, go rest your eyes, until you're not tired, and generally, just shut up, 'cause I get most of my tiredness, from listening to that one line too often: "I'm tired~"
Argh. People can be so damn whiny. (Oops, was that a bartender's pun?)
So, I got up at seven in the morning today, and that's completely abnormal of me to do so in the weekend. I woke up early because I have upcoming exams and everyone says that learning is done best in the morning, and one should practice sleeping early to wake up early, and one should spend as much time as possible studying to fully prepare for important examinations, blahblahblah...
Okay, I didn't exactly wake up on my own accord or even with the help of my alarm clock. Instead of fully preparing for exams, I was totally prepared to just sleep 'til eleven or twelve or even later in the day. The actual reason I woke up was because the neighbor's damn dog kept barking like a...well, a dog, a mad dog, leaving me to suffer with this very fatigued look on my face and the sensation that my ears were bleeding while I laid there in my half-asleep-half-awake state of irritation, misery and drowsiness.
Like a library, the bedroom is a place that is meant to be relaxing, peaceful and quiet. Don't get me wrong, I love dogs, but when I'm lying in my bed, sleep trumps dogs (and also babies). No matter how much I love dogs, excessive noise is unforgivable. The neighbor's dog has woken me up many, many, many times before and nobody else will ever comprehend how much worse 'awakening by dog' makes my day. It's ridiculous that this happens every morning. Perhaps on the weekdays, it's alright, but at six in the morning on a Sunday? That's just too much.
I've taken the liberty to 'talk' to the owners about it politely. The lady who was responsible for buying that wretched animal in the first place laughed it off and said something along the lines of, "Oh, well, all dogs bark."
What?
I've never used earplugs, you know? Perhaps I should...
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As you may have noticed already, I've changed the layout on both of my blogs. I accidentally removed the hit and flag counters at the bottom of my other blog, but there weren't many viewers there anyway. Because there weren't as many readers on that one, I decided I might write a very elaborate post about my childhood that might interest you if you like reading about life, about children and that sort of thing. Here's a link: "My early life."
Happy blogging/reading, people. I wish you all well.
I do this every Saturday and Sunday morning. My family are the usual victims. They'll call me to see if I can make lunch in the weekends, but I'm seriously never going to answer their calls because I'm sleeping in after a long week of school. It's funny to me, but I'm pretty sure they don't think so.
You see, every night, when it's time for me to sleep, I'll lock my door. This is to prevent anyone from entering and disturbing my very important sleep, but, of course, people can still knock on my door, call the phone in my room or call my mobile phone. I also have my laptop beside me as I sleep for convenience's sake, so people can also find me online.
Oh, but the thing is. When I'm asleep, I really do not hear the knocking on the door, or the phone in my room ringing. And you will never vibrate me to consciousness if you call my mobile phone. My laptop is muted, and shut anyway. So there is no possible way to reach me immediately because I'll ignore it.
I have a friend. He tells me that he falls asleep in his chair in front of his computer all the time. He also can't hear the alarm when it rings in the morning. And um... He falls asleep on his sofa too. It's funnyish, but only ish because it is quite annoying to have him appearing online when he's actually in dreamland.
Similar situations I can recall are the times where I've been to parties and accompanied a few people home and such after some drinking. In the morning, when everybody is asleep and too hungover to get up, I, being observant and all, found that being asleep is really such a powerful state to be in. When people are in the land of nod, you just cannot get to them. They swat your hand away when you tap them on the shoulder. They mumble and moan the words, "shut up" and "go away" when you try to talk to them. They put their pillow over the head, they conceal their whole body under a blanket. They do everything possible to prolong their sleep and maintain that euphoric feeling of well... not feeling anything at all.
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And that ends the week of dissing myself!Now, I can finally get back to dissing others. :D
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