Good Morning Vietnam...
Dec. 2nd, 2003 05:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chibi_trillianIt's six pm and I've only been awake for an hour. I need to seriously consider having my internal clock reset, because I'm turning into a friggin' vampire. I went to bed at dawn, got up at sunset. This always happens to me, anytime I'm allowed to set my own sleep schedule....and when I'm not, I'm a drooling moron in the morning, because my brain is informing me "You sleep now. Think later." And it's not just that I'm lazy and sleep a lot--I can sleep the exact same amount of time, but whether or not I wake up rested is entirely based on whether I was sleeping from midnight to eight am or from eight am to four pm.
My circadian cycle is eight hours behind everyone else's. In waaaaay-ancient times, I probably would have been an excellent night watchperson for my small herd of humans (my night-vision ain't half bad, either), but nowadays in the world of deadbolts and security systems, there's no particular advantage to it. There is, on the other hand, a serious disadvantage for me in a world of nine-to-five jobs and morning classes. And what am I encouraged to do? "Live with it." "Take Ambien."
Down with a societal sleep-norm perpetuated my the ideal "morning person." I should be able to get the same education at night as during the day. I should be able to go to the store and find it open. I should be able to get a good job where I will not be screamed at for being slow and sleepy in the morning, for I will not be working in the morning. I should be able to go out to eat when I want dinner and not find all the restaurants closed. I should not be looked at as strange just because I sleep at a different time than eveyone else. But I know this won't happen, unless I take over the world.
I shall make a society of night-people, and we shall rule over the day-people. There will be a proliferation of twenty-four-hour establishments, and all will be right, good, and wonderful.
In my noon-time dreams, anyway.
My circadian cycle is eight hours behind everyone else's. In waaaaay-ancient times, I probably would have been an excellent night watchperson for my small herd of humans (my night-vision ain't half bad, either), but nowadays in the world of deadbolts and security systems, there's no particular advantage to it. There is, on the other hand, a serious disadvantage for me in a world of nine-to-five jobs and morning classes. And what am I encouraged to do? "Live with it." "Take Ambien."
Down with a societal sleep-norm perpetuated my the ideal "morning person." I should be able to get the same education at night as during the day. I should be able to go to the store and find it open. I should be able to get a good job where I will not be screamed at for being slow and sleepy in the morning, for I will not be working in the morning. I should be able to go out to eat when I want dinner and not find all the restaurants closed. I should not be looked at as strange just because I sleep at a different time than eveyone else. But I know this won't happen, unless I take over the world.
I shall make a society of night-people, and we shall rule over the day-people. There will be a proliferation of twenty-four-hour establishments, and all will be right, good, and wonderful.
In my noon-time dreams, anyway.
