Insomnia

Well, as I note that it's been almost two months since I've posted, it only seems logical that this post would be inspired by something I just couldn't avoid...

Insomnia.

Don't get me wrong. I've never been someone who has had trouble sleeping at all. By far, it's usually the exact opposite. In fact, I could probably count on one hand the number of times in my life when I just could not sleep at all... that is, if I could remember the last one.

I can remember two. One vividly, one very much not so. The "very much not so" was some random Christmas as a youngster. I remember getting the "if you don't go to sleep, Santa won't come" lecture but try as I might to avoid that fate, I just couldn't. In fact, if my memory isn't clouded by days of future past, I think I actually "wandered" into the living room at like 3 AM to try and catch a glimpse of what big item Santa had arrived with... you know, the thing that wasn't under the tree the night before but suddenly arrived during the night. Good times.

The other that comes to mind was the night before my family went to Florida in '89. We were going for two weeks, splitting time between Disney World and Vero Beach, spring training home for the Dodgers. Obviously, that combination alone was exciting as all hell. The hype for the trip was unbearable as for nearly a year, I read Disney World guide after guide... going as far as my mom actually having to laminate the cover on one because it was getting trashed from me reading it so much. Ahhhh, to be young again. So a mixture of that excitement with a little trepidation over my first plane flight tossed in led to a very restless night before the trip.

As I write this, it strikes me as a bizarre parallel to the change we go through in life from childhood to adulthood.

You see, the reason I can't sleep tonight is because some fucking retard I work with called me at a hair before 3 AM to ask a completely boneheaded question that I shouldn't have to answer at 3 AM if she'd actually put in some fucking effort before calling me. Just because her bitch ass is getting paid to be up at 2 AM... mine is not. So when the sultry sounds of "Livin' On A Prayer" erupted from my phone at slightly before 3 AM, I expected an emergency of epic proportions. Instead, I got steamed. As a result, I'm going to end up with about four hours of sleep on the night... luckily I went to sleep earlier than usual. I'll be a complete wreck at work tomorrow and who do we have to blame? The fucking temp who is too dumb to live... who offends me by forcing me to share oxygen on the same planet with her.

Where's my point again?

Oh yeah. The parallel.

As a youth, my sleeplessness is caused by excitement... by anticipation... by dreaming of what's to come the following day. The kind of thing that a kid should be experiencing.

As an adult?

It's caused by a fucking retard who is too selfish and lazy to kindly remove her head from her ass so I don't get a wicked echo when she calls me.

Ahhh... that's why I draw comparisons to the great philosophers, you know?