It's just something I sometimes like to do
I have a new recipe for living. I want to live every day as if I haven't slept.
It's probably not the conventional, “live, laugh, love” trashy $10 t-shirt slogan you were expecting, but it works for me. Obviously it works better on the days I actually haven't slept, but if I can capture that moment - or series of moments, as it were - which comes with watching the sun go down, the stars come out, then fade as the sun rises again on a new day in one fluid, unbroken stream... then I'll be set for life.
I'm not a big fan of sleep. I'll be honest. I don't like it. Sleeping, to me, seems like blinking in the middle of watching a shooting star.
I know it isn't a particularly healthy habit, going without sleep. But neither is taking drugs; sleeplessness is my drug, and it's a darn sight better than cocaine. It makes me feel, not excited exactly, but ready. Waiting in the starting stalls rather than waiting on the sidelines, if you can get that metaphor. Willing to get straight to doing things I would normally put off until tomorrow, then the next day, then next week, and then get arrested for because those forms really did need to be sent in immediately if my financial circumstances changed.
Unlike any previous brushes with the law, sleeplessness is not a drug that... well, it's not a drug. But on a more metaphorical note, it's not a drug that will get you twenty to life. Nor is it a drug that requires mules to traffic it in and out of the country sealed inside a condom which they've cleverly hidden in their large intestine. This drug is more or less danger-free. Sure, if it could be refined to a suitable intravenous substance, I could easily see myself moving out of my one bedroom flat, but that possibility doesn't seem to be a likely one. All it requires you to do is stay awake for at least 24 hours (more is highly recommended, as the high doesn't actually come until after you've passed the stage of normal tiredness).
There, you see, when I was planning this earlier in my head, it was going to be all about tall majestic trees and lorikeets, but now all my writing looks like is a classified ad for an underground student circular. Shows what the indoors does to your inspiration.
Luckily for me, I find it relatively easy to stay awake for two full days straight, even if those days include work and/or going out with friends. It's something that allows me to enjoy this natural high; but not enough. I think if I was given the opportunity to choose any superpower, it would be the ability to not require sleep. Or at least, that would be high up there on the list. It's selfish, yes, and wouldn't allow me in any way to use it for the greater good, but it would make every day feel like today, and every other day that recharging the batteries has taken the back seat to just enjoying what the world looks like without blinking.
It's probably not the conventional, “live, laugh, love” trashy $10 t-shirt slogan you were expecting, but it works for me. Obviously it works better on the days I actually haven't slept, but if I can capture that moment - or series of moments, as it were - which comes with watching the sun go down, the stars come out, then fade as the sun rises again on a new day in one fluid, unbroken stream... then I'll be set for life.
I'm not a big fan of sleep. I'll be honest. I don't like it. Sleeping, to me, seems like blinking in the middle of watching a shooting star.
I know it isn't a particularly healthy habit, going without sleep. But neither is taking drugs; sleeplessness is my drug, and it's a darn sight better than cocaine. It makes me feel, not excited exactly, but ready. Waiting in the starting stalls rather than waiting on the sidelines, if you can get that metaphor. Willing to get straight to doing things I would normally put off until tomorrow, then the next day, then next week, and then get arrested for because those forms really did need to be sent in immediately if my financial circumstances changed.
Unlike any previous brushes with the law, sleeplessness is not a drug that... well, it's not a drug. But on a more metaphorical note, it's not a drug that will get you twenty to life. Nor is it a drug that requires mules to traffic it in and out of the country sealed inside a condom which they've cleverly hidden in their large intestine. This drug is more or less danger-free. Sure, if it could be refined to a suitable intravenous substance, I could easily see myself moving out of my one bedroom flat, but that possibility doesn't seem to be a likely one. All it requires you to do is stay awake for at least 24 hours (more is highly recommended, as the high doesn't actually come until after you've passed the stage of normal tiredness).
There, you see, when I was planning this earlier in my head, it was going to be all about tall majestic trees and lorikeets, but now all my writing looks like is a classified ad for an underground student circular. Shows what the indoors does to your inspiration.
Luckily for me, I find it relatively easy to stay awake for two full days straight, even if those days include work and/or going out with friends. It's something that allows me to enjoy this natural high; but not enough. I think if I was given the opportunity to choose any superpower, it would be the ability to not require sleep. Or at least, that would be high up there on the list. It's selfish, yes, and wouldn't allow me in any way to use it for the greater good, but it would make every day feel like today, and every other day that recharging the batteries has taken the back seat to just enjoying what the world looks like without blinking.