night owl
From the files of Alison Trivia:
Ever since I was a child I have been a night owl. I was almost always the last to fall asleep at sleepovers and I apologize to all the girls I've steamrollered or cracked up with fart noises at midnight. My favorite night of the week in high school was Saturday because I could stay up late watching Red Dwarf on TV and then hunching over my drafting table listening to Sarah McLaughlin and Portishead while drawing and painting til 1 am. Uh, yeah, I wasn't a big partier in high school, obvs. Ideally, I tend to run on a 10 am to 2 am wake schedule, which meant that school and work often required a bit of an adjustment over a few days. Adjusted I did, and though I could get sleepy in the morning I was always able to function. But man, as soon as the weekend or vacation arrives, BAM, I immediately go back to it.
Recently one of my friends mentioned that it sounded like Delayed Sleep Phase Syndrome. I'm willing to buy that, especially when they described when someone like me has to live on a 7 am to 10 pm cycle how it's like living with a perpetual 6 hour jetlag. Yes, it is! Thank God for caffeine.
Interestingly, the syndrome often occurs with depression, which I can also slip into a bit. Noone seems sure as to which leads to what, but the theory that resonated with me was the one saying that the perpetual jetlagginess can slowly wear one down and lead to depression. I don't know if it's the lessened stress of not having to deal with the public, the happiness in being with Mark, the excitement of living in a new place, or, as relating to this, the fact that this past month I've been allowed to maintain my desired sleep schedule, but I haven't felt depressed in quite some time. I suspect it's a combination of all the above, but part of it I think may be my schedule.
The only issue I took with the info I could find online is with the fact that it's classified as a disorder. I'm willing to accept it as a syndrome, but a disorder? I don't feel that it is, but I think it becomes a disorder when it interferes with your life. I suppose the funks I've slipped into could be considered interference. Part of it rankles because it assumes that there is one Normal schedule for everyone's circadian rhythm. Just as some people are slender and some are thick, I tend to think that some people are born morning folk and some are born night folk.
As for me, I prefer to work around the schedule. I'm working on getting my business licenses in order so I can (legally) sell my art online. Having a small business can be alot of work, and may require "normal" hours, but at the moment I'm able to work to my own schedule and hurray for that, I say.
Ok, enough auto-analysis. Back to online form research for me!
Ever since I was a child I have been a night owl. I was almost always the last to fall asleep at sleepovers and I apologize to all the girls I've steamrollered or cracked up with fart noises at midnight. My favorite night of the week in high school was Saturday because I could stay up late watching Red Dwarf on TV and then hunching over my drafting table listening to Sarah McLaughlin and Portishead while drawing and painting til 1 am. Uh, yeah, I wasn't a big partier in high school, obvs. Ideally, I tend to run on a 10 am to 2 am wake schedule, which meant that school and work often required a bit of an adjustment over a few days. Adjusted I did, and though I could get sleepy in the morning I was always able to function. But man, as soon as the weekend or vacation arrives, BAM, I immediately go back to it.
Recently one of my friends mentioned that it sounded like Delayed Sleep Phase Syndrome. I'm willing to buy that, especially when they described when someone like me has to live on a 7 am to 10 pm cycle how it's like living with a perpetual 6 hour jetlag. Yes, it is! Thank God for caffeine.
Interestingly, the syndrome often occurs with depression, which I can also slip into a bit. Noone seems sure as to which leads to what, but the theory that resonated with me was the one saying that the perpetual jetlagginess can slowly wear one down and lead to depression. I don't know if it's the lessened stress of not having to deal with the public, the happiness in being with Mark, the excitement of living in a new place, or, as relating to this, the fact that this past month I've been allowed to maintain my desired sleep schedule, but I haven't felt depressed in quite some time. I suspect it's a combination of all the above, but part of it I think may be my schedule.
The only issue I took with the info I could find online is with the fact that it's classified as a disorder. I'm willing to accept it as a syndrome, but a disorder? I don't feel that it is, but I think it becomes a disorder when it interferes with your life. I suppose the funks I've slipped into could be considered interference. Part of it rankles because it assumes that there is one Normal schedule for everyone's circadian rhythm. Just as some people are slender and some are thick, I tend to think that some people are born morning folk and some are born night folk.
As for me, I prefer to work around the schedule. I'm working on getting my business licenses in order so I can (legally) sell my art online. Having a small business can be alot of work, and may require "normal" hours, but at the moment I'm able to work to my own schedule and hurray for that, I say.
Ok, enough auto-analysis. Back to online form research for me!