3:00 godamn AM
don’t you just hate waking up, in the middle of the night, for no apparent reason? and then you discover, much to your dismay, that it’s three in the freakin’ morning?!
i do…i hate it when that happens. especially if i just happened to get into that much needed sleep and then all of a sudden—WAH! i wake up and look accusingly at the damn alarm, thinking my body clock must’ve kicked in. only to realize, it has, yet again, malfunctioned. i hate it because, three AM is somewhere between the time you have to wake up and time you can still catch up on some z’s. so in the paranoia of thinking you might not wake up on the right time, your brain actually starts warming up. thus–no sleep. and amazingly enough, the brain warms up fast at this ungodly hour. you start thinking about a lot of things. starts off simple, like, what your’e gonna wear when you get to work. the stuff you have to get done during the day…you and your hunnie’s next monthsary celebration…is your period coming up…remind yourself to buy tita mely’s birthday gift (which has gone by three months ago…)…your gimmick plans for saturday…your ‘utangs’ and payables…
oddly enough, things grow deeper in about 20 minutes or so…you start thinking about your life plans… what you want to be in 5 more years…where you want to live and start a family…where you want your bf to propose marriage to you…how many kids you want…would you prefer to have a C-section when you give birth or natural?…what church would you want to get married in…gasp! could he be possibly be cheating on me?…is he really over his ex? why didn’t he answer my call last saturday night? maybe he was sleeping with someone that time…oh no…
By this time, u’d have worked yourself up into a fit. which could result to you groggily textng your boyfriend, not even thinking that it’s three in the morning and that he’s probably still snoring in his bed. you frantically thumb in accusations which were (you later on realize) just the by-product of your heavy, not to mention active, imagination. He groggily replies a ‘huh?’ and then you frantically call him just to berate him with questions he couldn’t quite fathom in semi-conciousness! after freaking out, you suddenly realize you’re turned on by his bedroom voice (actually they’re more like pig grunts and drunken slurred words, but who cares? you’re mind’s functioning on over drive). sadly he isn’t in the right state of mind to whisper dirty words–at 3 AM. so, you hang up and then start thinking, ‘maybe i should just go back to sleep…hmmm…or may be not…maybe…maybe not…but i have to wake up in two hours anyway so might as well just lie here…stare at the ceiling…’ oh no…you suddenly remember that freakin’ chain text.
‘hi. im amanda. i have black hair …red eyes…i’ll visit you at 3am if you dont pass this on to 100 people…"
shit! i ran out of load when that text was sent to me. did i make 100 people? shit! shit! shit! please dont show…suddenly your armpits start to sweat and yet you cling to your blanket and wrap it around your body and over your head.
this is why i hate waking up at 3:00 AM….
I haven’t yet discovered the cause of this catastrophe. I have a theory though: this usually happens when i finally get a great sense of relief over something. like, if im over stressed with work, meeting deadlines and deliveries, i think about them even before i go to bed. my subconcious still mulls them over when im already asleep, so most of the times i even dream about them. so my brain doesn’t really get to shut down that much. and then, when the troubles finally subside, and i can actually get some rest, out of habit, my brain would suddenly function and run during sleep. and since there aren’t any pressing matters to attend to, it just jolts my body into conciousness and then begin hammering on not so essential thoughts in my brain.
am i making any sense? just a theory…
sorry…it’s 3:00 in the morning…
July 26th, 2006 at 10:25 am
I do most of my critical thinking at 3 am too.
Well, also in the bathroom.
Hope you’re doing good.
Love ya.
Tito Den