Memories of a Night Owl

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been a night owl. When I was 10 my penultimate achievement was convincing my parents that a 10:45 bed time was a tremendous idea. From that point on, I never looked back.

Sleeping? What is that? Even when I was told to go to bed, I managed to find ways to stay up, both observed and un-observed by my parents.  I refined the art of sneaking, silence, and warning systems a.k.a loud doors to ensure my nocturnal activities. If I had access to light from door being open ajar, I would stay up and pour through my books about military history for the 5th or 6th time.  Despite my dad defining the concept of a light sleeper,  I fashioned clay into a pot for about a week straight, all my work occurring during my supposed bed-time hours.  Building a Lego city and possible empire also peaked my creative interests as I would swing down down from my bunk-style bed to put my imagination into action while remaining absolutely stealthy.

A few years later, I acquired a game-boy and it was all downhill from there into the late night escapades of video-gaming.  At that same time, I also memorized the Dish cable channels like the back of my hand and proceeded to stay up to midnight watching Gargoyles, Rocket Power, Hey Arnold, and all the late night Toonami re-runs on Cartoon Network.

Once I obtained my first laptop when I started College, I truly became a creature of the night and my voluntary sleep deprivation began.  I watched all 7 seasons of Buffy The Vampire Slayer twice in my first year of College.  That was on top of staying up till at least 2 am every night and getting up at 5;30.  That soon escalated to 1 am walks with a piece of paper in one hand, a pen in the other, a stogie in my mouth, and headphones that played nonstop amounts of The National.  Probably  most of my poetry idea’s came from this – very depressing poetry that it is. It’s amazing to think what can happen when you have too much time on your hands.

It was during those roaming night adventures in my neighborhood that I learned that walking around people’s houses, backyards, and streets in the middle of the night makes me look very suspicious to the Fox Lake police. What can I say? I’m good at lurking.  Did I fear for my safety? Not really, but I’m sure my parents did.  I’ve always restorted to the good olde, “Run very fast for short distances” tactic in the face of trouble.  No, I can’t fight so resorting to that is a necessity.

The night owl in me still hasn’t gone away. Back in 2011-2012 I worked 3rd shift for a year. It was awesome at first listening to my Ipod for 8 hours a night, but then the lack of human contact gets to you.  I only like watching shows involving vampires, not becoming one. Even after abandoning the night shift for brighter waters, I still manage to find any excuse to stay up.

What can I say? I’m a night owl.

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