Today is Sunday Confessions time with More than Cheese and Beer. Today's topic? Time.
I've convinced myself that I actually don't run on the same kind of schedule that the rest of the world seems to run on. You know, the schedule that requires you to wake up somewhere between the hours of 5:00 and 7:00 AM feeling cheerful and ready to take on the day? How do these people wake up feeling fully able to function in society so early?
To me, waking up is like biking up a hill...a painful and slow process that requires many a pep talk. When I wake up in the morning, I have to set a whole series of alarms in order to get up. The first alarm tells me that it's time to get up soon, but that I can still lay down. The second alarm indicates that I should get up if I feel like I don't need an extra 15 minutes, and the third alarm tells me that I better get my ass out of bed unless I want to really hate myself.
Let's be honest here, I sleep until that third alarm on most days. More often than I'd like to admit, I hit the snooze on that third alarm, giving myself hardly any time to get ready for the day. Those days are painful, and they frequently result in poorly planned outfits, crazy hair, and zero makeup. Those are the days that people say with concerned looks on their faces, "You look...tired today."
All the while, the rest of the world walks around these godawful hours with a bounce in their step and a chipper tone in their voice as they sing those two dreaded words. "Good morning."
Anway, my point is that my time preferences seem to be out of sync with what is considered the norm, and I wish there was a law that states the following: "No person should have to work before the hours of 10:00 AM, unless they are one of those sociopaths that we call morning people."
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