Chronically A Night Watchman
There's something wrong with my internal biological clock. I used to joke that I had a caveman gene that allowed me to be the one who played the night watchman while the rest of the tribe slept.
For whatever odd reason, no matter how hard my discipline is, nor whatever OTC drugs I put into my bloodstream, the wee hours of the morning call to me.
I feel energetic, full of life, and I'm the most creative during the early mornings. But that doesn't change the fact that I am unequivocally bored out of my goddamn mind sometimes.
I often wonder if this is treatable. When I went to doctors about this, they just gave me sleeping aids. I always felt terrible the morning after.
But huddling in a blanket outside, with a cup of coffee and listening to the sounds of night while the world sleeps around me is something so pure it stirs a certain kind of peace in my soul.
Part of me loves it and part of me is annoyed at my disposition.
But it is what it is.