Trapped in Sleeplessness
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 that it’s time for me to take a little nap, unless of course it’s the end of the day, in which case it’s time for me to just call it a day and go to bed.
Now comes the problem that I have. Knowing I want to sleep, but not being able to.
I thought that writing an article on insomnia would be so boring that I’d fall asleep.
Sadly that does not seem to be the case.
Instead I seem to have developed a morbid fascination with where this article is going. I can’t imagine it going anywhere significant 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 headed.
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 it to be too boring because then I’d be left wondering why I was even writing.
Almost like how you must be wondering why you are still reading this. Are you, like me, hoping that I’ll get to some point which will make all the effort that you have put in so far meaningful? Or are you now getting worried that nothing of that sort is going to happen and you might as well close this in disgust right now?
Anytime we arrive at a crossroad 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 more sensible than continuing to read.
I for one have decided not to torture myself any further. 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.