Long before Jenny and I were Whatevers*, we used to talk online about ridiculous things. One very strange day, we happened to have the same thought about sleep.
I remember exactly where I was when the epiphany hit my brain. I was working a temporary job and on my way home from the train. The street is the same one where a 10-year-old boy said “I like your shirt” then I said “Thanks” and then he yelled “Not!” and crushed my soul.
Anyway, I was walking home and it was already dark when I thought how much I don’t like sleep. I mean, I enjoy it. It feels good to sleep. We can all agree, no?
The problem I have with sleep is that there are so many things I want to do. I don’t even like socializing yet here I am, wishing I had more opportunities to accomplish things.
There are an abundance of shows and movies on Netflix I’d love to watch. There are places I would enjoy visiting. Sometimes, there are days when I don’t want to do anything at all.
However, because I have so much I want to do and sleep takes up a large portion of my life, I’m never able to do a lot of them. At the very least, I feel like I come up short.
Wouldn’t you know, Jenny was having similar feelings over the Philippines. Hours after I had those thoughts, Jenny sent me a strange recording of her rambling at 3am in the morning about how the uselessness of sleep.
This recording was the first time I heard Jenny Bee’s voice. Somewhat gruff because it was early in the morning, something in me knew this was the voice I wanted to wake up to every morning for the rest of my life.
Yeah, sometimes that voice criticizes me for something I did in a dream. Husbands and wives do that sometimes. Recently, I fell asleep early then woke up with a terrified scream while looking at her. I thought she was next to me so when I saw her standing near our dresser, my sleepy mind thought we had been home invaded. It wasn’t the most romantic moment of our relationship.
I do find myself sleeping a lot less now. It’s strange. Years ago I would get 8-9 hours easily. Now, I’m fighting to reach 6.
I haven’t suffered from the lack of sleep thanks to coffee and something even more vital in waking up: desire to do things.
Sleep is only the enemy because I want to spend as much time on this earth creating, loving, and experiencing everything it has to offer. Sleep takes those moments away, as pleasurable as it can be at times.
Until we can escape REM, which I know I can’t because of all of their hit songs!, sleep and I will need to agree to disagree on its usefulness.