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• Visit the myO friends I've missed thus far; complete a cosplay from 300
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• Can recognise most quotes from almost any movie/show on first listen; Can recite the entire 12 days of Christmas by memory
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Saturday, November 15, 2003
STREET PHILOSOPHY # 7: Sleep and Lack Thereof
We are all sleep-deprived people. We accept this. We never cease to complain about it, but we never do anything about it. I wonder why that is . . . . .
Now, I recall as a child that staying up late was like, the ultimate thing. Ya know, getting to watch those late night shows, seeing Saturday Night Live, well . . . live, for the first time . . . these are the sorts of things we thrived for as children. Our parents would tell us to go to sleep, but ya know we didn't wanna . . . . .
Then, adolescence comes along. Suddenly we think we can handle staying up a little later. We're all older, so therefore age must have privileges - ie. a later bedtime. Now by all technicality there is still an assigned bedtime . . . it's just more flexible and able to change to the whim of the sleeper him/herself. Here on, the childhood desire to stay up late is fulfilled; and the body suffers for it.
Then, adult life more or less comes along. Now you WISH you could sleep more - and you do . . . just not at night. Now, the desire to sleep is rampant, yet now staying up late is due to work, management, school, or what have you. Caffeine becomes your best friend, and the bus becomes your bed away from home.
How does this happen? Why does this happen? Did we think our parents were actually just trying to make us sad and miserable?
How foolish we are . . . . . this is gonna be just like when all of our kids start doing strange new things that we can't relate to. They're gonna do that, we're gonna never understand it . . . even though we did the exact same thing . . . . . these are vicious cycles, people!!!
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