Night Time is the Right Time… to Sleep

I know many people that think nothing of staying out until dawn. The proverbial “they” are always at some loud bar screaming, “What is this song? I love this song!” instead of sleeping in a bed or some other object designed for comfort. But to drop some knowledge on you, the American Academy of Sleep Medicine has conducted multiple studies that have shown that humans generally benefit from sleeping at night. No, really. It’s true. Science says so.

I agree with science. I firmly believe that all evening activities should go from 8-12. Plenty of time to hang out and you can still get up the following morning. There’s no sleepy vortex sucking an entire day away from you, yet another example of how time is weird.

I am the only person I know with reasonable and/or elderly ideas about what to do at night, so I’m often out much, much later than I wanted. But when it gets to be 2, 3, 4 AM, and I’m still interacting with people, I unearth a reserve of energy inside me and act like it’s the middle of the day. This often means I’m standing in the middle of a loud bar screaming, “What is this song? Is this Usher?” because sometimes I have trouble recognizing any songs that were released after 2004.

Or in the case of the night of the missing car, I’m walking around like it’s totally normal to be doing so. Yes, it was dark, but it felt like it could be any time of day … in Scandinavia. Or I could be in Norilsk, Russia, the northernmost city in the world. Really, anywhere where it’s dark most of the time and when it’s light out, Robin Williams can play against type.

When I’m overtired it feels blissful instead of infuriating that I am awake. My brain always thinks it’s in Vegas: If it doesn’t know the time, it will keep going. But I do occasionally snap back to reality (2002, people) when someone suggests doing something that should clearly take place when the sun is out. For example, I am not wrong when I tell my boyfriend I don’t want to go meet him and his friends at 4 AM for sandwiches. That is not meal time. That is sleep time.

Speaking of, it’s getting kind of late. I’m worried I’ll get sucked into a late movie or dinner or attempt to figure out how many things sound creepy in this song when you remember Usher was 19 at the time. (Thanks, YouTube related videos!) So I’ll just say: Goodnight.