For hypothetical purposes only...
Lets just say you have an urge, or at least that's what it starts out as. After a while, say a year, this urge becomes a desire. Then let's say after two or three years this desire becomes an obsession, a necessity. It consumes nearly every thought throughout the day, causes you stress but also great happiness, and gives you something to worry and wonder about on those nights where you just can't fall asleep. This feeling is so powerful, so curious, so mysterious, so disgraceful, so seemingly insatiable...and then it is satisfied. What then?
It seems to be so anti-climactic. Once you start, you'll do it forever. Why does it matter anyway? It probably shouldn't.
But it does.
For some reason...It does.
These are the curious thoughts I have late at night in the outskirts of the outskirts of Ft. Worth, TX. Things are slower here. Waking up without a plan is something I rarely do, and have recently found out I do not enjoy doing. I tend to be very goal oriented, but it seems that I find myself without purpose in these outskirts of outskirts. I am not pleased.
Even my fortune cookie has noticed.
Tomorrow you will have a very productive day. Don't oversleep.
How frighteningly appropriate.
Suppose I do oversleep. What then? Will all productivity be lost forever? If that is the case, why am I still up writing when it is nearly one in the morning? If I do oversleep will catastrophic events beyond my control occur twisting the nature of my existence as I know it?
If that is the case I may feel the sudden urge to test the fates.
Maybe I will oversleep simply to confuse the lazy nature of these outskirts of outskirts.
Maybe not.
The idea of catastrophic events in my near future does not sound particularly appealing, but I digress...
Time is a funny thing isn't it? A two hour time change does not seem as though it would make too large of a difference. Now that I have woken up at 11 instead of 9 and gone to bed at 4 instead of 2 for 9 days now consecutively I realize just how large a difference those two hours make. By 11, my day is gone...wasted...caput. There is no more coffee in the pot, no one home, and no more morning left. A goal-oriented but non-morning person like myself needs that 1 1/2 hours of morning to get myself in gear. By 4 in the morning, the sun is deciding it is time to come out. I realize...there is no more night to sleep through. I am now sleeping through what little bit of morning I need to sustain my goal-oriented nature.
In conclusion:
I must not let myself be discouraged by a two hour time change.
I must not oversleep.
And I must satiate my seemingly insatiable necessity.
Good night and Good luck.
It seems to be so anti-climactic. Once you start, you'll do it forever. Why does it matter anyway? It probably shouldn't.
But it does.
For some reason...It does.
These are the curious thoughts I have late at night in the outskirts of the outskirts of Ft. Worth, TX. Things are slower here. Waking up without a plan is something I rarely do, and have recently found out I do not enjoy doing. I tend to be very goal oriented, but it seems that I find myself without purpose in these outskirts of outskirts. I am not pleased.
Even my fortune cookie has noticed.
Tomorrow you will have a very productive day. Don't oversleep.
How frighteningly appropriate.
Suppose I do oversleep. What then? Will all productivity be lost forever? If that is the case, why am I still up writing when it is nearly one in the morning? If I do oversleep will catastrophic events beyond my control occur twisting the nature of my existence as I know it?
If that is the case I may feel the sudden urge to test the fates.
Maybe I will oversleep simply to confuse the lazy nature of these outskirts of outskirts.
Maybe not.
The idea of catastrophic events in my near future does not sound particularly appealing, but I digress...
Time is a funny thing isn't it? A two hour time change does not seem as though it would make too large of a difference. Now that I have woken up at 11 instead of 9 and gone to bed at 4 instead of 2 for 9 days now consecutively I realize just how large a difference those two hours make. By 11, my day is gone...wasted...caput. There is no more coffee in the pot, no one home, and no more morning left. A goal-oriented but non-morning person like myself needs that 1 1/2 hours of morning to get myself in gear. By 4 in the morning, the sun is deciding it is time to come out. I realize...there is no more night to sleep through. I am now sleeping through what little bit of morning I need to sustain my goal-oriented nature.
In conclusion:
I must not let myself be discouraged by a two hour time change.
I must not oversleep.
And I must satiate my seemingly insatiable necessity.
Good night and Good luck.