have you ever had one of those days where you are sooooooo incredibly tired that you are too tired to sleep? you kind of drag yourself off the couch where you’ve been nodding off… into bedroom and when you lie down, absolutely nothing happens. there was a tiny window of opportunity to fall into sleep, a tiny tiny window, and somehow you missed it. And then it was gone.

But you’re also too tired to read, to talk to your friends in other time zones, to talk to yourself.

And then the next day, you find yourself tripping over a chair as you make your way out of the gym, surprised that you have managed to put yourself through an arduous workout and it’s amazing that you even summoned the energy to do that, but then, right afterwards, things begin to disintegrate. you’re driving and everything seems to be coming at you at once, or the opposite and you realized you narrowly missed grazing a pedestrian…. at least you like to think you missed. *By “you,” I mean “me”

What I would give for a good solid undisrupted 8 hours of deep sleep. Just once per week. Can you imagine what a difference that would make? It would be incredible. I think  of why I am not living up to my potential as a human being upon this early and I blame it all on sleep deprivation.

I can only imagine life with sleep. real sleep. not pretend sleep. how one could think on one’s feet instead of tripping over them. now That would be something.

P.S. somehow in writing the first draft of this blog, i accidentally navigated off the page and lost everything. I was in such despair, because this was my big accomplishment for the day. and I wiped it all away with a trip over my mouse pad. so this is a 2nd draft, a very weak impersonation of the first.

About The Lost Pedestrian

In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me). My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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