After tons of introspection I have learned to recognise signs that I need sleep. Nothing too unusual. A little tiredness, a little restlessness, and an inability to focus on anything for too long. What this means to me is it’s time for me to take a little nap, unless of course it is the end of the day, in which case it is time for me to call it a day.
Now comes the problem that I never seem to know how to solve. Knowing I want to sleep but not being able to.
I thought writing an article on insomnia would be so boring that I’d fall asleep while writing it. Sadly that does not seem to be the case. Instead I seemed to have a developed a morbid fascination with where this article is going. I can’t imagine it going anywhere significantly profound because I am too sleepy to write anything particularly riveting. Instead, all I’m really doing is watching a stream of words flow out and wondering where they are going.
I don’t want them to go anywhere too fascinating because then I won’t be able to fall asleep. On the other hand, I don’t want the words to be too boring because then I’d be left wondering why I was even writing this article. Almost like how you must be wondering why you are still reading this nonsense.
Are you, like me, hoping that I’ll get to some point which will make all the effort that you have put into reading so far meaningful? Or are you now getting worried that nothing of this sort is going to happen and you might as well throw the phone away in disgust right now?
Anytime we reach crossroads like this, it’s a good idea to scroll down and see how much more torture we still need to endure. If it seems too much to bear, walking away does seem most sensible than continuing to read. I for one have decided not to torture myself by writing any more. If for some reason you decide to keep going, do let me know how it goes. Maybe it has a happy ending that makes everything worth it. The one thing that I did notice is that I don’t feel sleepy anymore.