You know who you are. You’re the ones that in a scant few hours will be bounding happily from bed, a smile on your collective delusional faces, ready to face the new day with unbridled enthusiasm. You actually look forward to what the morning hours will bring. You delight in the dawning of a new day and in watching the sun rise..of hearing the birds begin to chirp as they herald in the new morn. You greet everyone you meet, without any regard for some of our suffering, with a cheery hello and say things like “Isn’t it a beautiful morning?” or “Did you SEE that sunrise this morning?”. NO, we didn’t see it, we were too busy trying to pry our eyelids open so we could go out and play in traffic while still trying to wake up.
You people are the scourge of my existence.
I’m a night owl living in a morning person‘s world. Trust me, even with the rising popularity of all things vampire themed, it’s still not easy to function in a society that is still selfishly geared to people who spring out of bed, eager to greet the day each new morning. We all know the ones. They actually smile when their feet hit the floor. They grab a cup of coffee and appreciate the sunrise with enthusiasm as they ready themselves to effortlessly slide into the ebb and flow of another day. They even look FORWARD to it! I have it on good authority, that some of them actually hum their way through the dawn hours and greet a new day with a spring in their step. It’s HORRIFYING!!! I didn’t believe it for years either, but trust me..these people are everywhere!
Then there’s me and my kind.
While the above mentioned anomalies emerge eagerly from their warm beds, I’m still blindly swatting toward the offensively obnoxious sound squawking at me from the direction of my alarm clock, in a desperate effort to hit the snooze alarm button for the first time. Somewhere in my sleep fogged brain, I delude myself into believing that if I can just go back to dreamland for another 9 minutes, I’ll be more ready to face the coming dawn. Alas, therein lies the problem. Whether I’ve had 2 hours of sleep or 10, I am never a happy camper when forced to wake up in the morning.
Try as it might, my brain just refuses to function at full capacity when a new day is dawning. It’s as if a switch has been thrown and the mind that was so active and productive from midnight to 3 am is now a totally different creature. To say I drag myself out of bed is probably being generous. It’s not pretty. I do a slow slide out of bed (or off the couch where I fell asleep around 3am) and then stumble toward the bathroom, usually stepping on a bone my dog has so thoughtfully left for me to find. As I start to hop on one foot and utter things that would make my Mama wash my mouth out with soap, I manage to stub the toe on my other foot against the door frame. Now that I’m limping, whimpering, and still bleary eyed, I somehow manage to navigate my way toward yet another morning in paradise to begin my day.
In an ever-increasing politically correct world where it’s considered rude to say or do anything that might offend anyone, I want to know where is the concern and compassion for those of us that hate mornings. Where is the justice and equality?? Where is the outrage for a good half of the population that is suffering?? Why are we, ones that thrive when the sun goes down, being discriminated against in such a cruel, cruel manner? I think I have an excellent case if I wanted to make the argument for discrimination against night owls.
Trust me, I know. All you chipper morning people are shaking your heads and thinking..”Why don’t all the non-morning people just get jobs that require working at night?” Problem solved! Right?? Wrong! Since the entire world basically functions on the insane scheduling of daytime hours, that just wouldn’t work. When we’re up and ready to go, you’re asleep and visa versa. Chaos would ensue, hell would surely freeze over if all the people who prefer the night and do their best work then tried to adjust their working hours around the time when they are most productive.
I’ve done a lot of thinking when I’m up and lucid in the middle of the night. I could be persuaded not to raise a ruckus and keep things civil if we all had a little more equity. So, I have a proposal to make.
Let’s split the difference.
Every six months, just like daylight savings time (and we know how well THAT works out), society switches schedules. Instead of everyone working 9-5, for half the year, everyone will work 9 PM until 5 AM. It’s only fair. Actually it’s more than fair. Think about it. Not only would the people who thrive at night be able to make up for their lack of sweetness and light when forced to get up early with enhanced productivity, but the morning people would STILL get to see their sunrise, it would just be at the END of the workday rather than at the beginning!!
I know, I know..I’m brilliant! You’re asking yourself why I didn’t come with this idea sooner.
We’ll blame it on the mornings. Just imagine what I could up with when I’m actually awake!!