in addition to the fact that people just have different natural rhythms, a big reason why we can’t seem to go to bed as early as we “should” is that nighttime is, for many of us, our safest and most fulfilling time of day. we don’t have to work, we won’t be contacted by bosses or insurance companies or collection agencies or other suffocating life business… we’re likely only to be contacted by our friends, or by no one at all. night time is release; it’s ours. we can rest or recreate. we can do things we actually want to do. who would choose to cut that short?? just to usher in the next morning when our lives are not our own again? nighttime is precious and nothing could be more normal than the desire to embrace this
So, y’all remember that post that said animals in urban areas slowly became nocturnal to avoid encounters with humans? Apparently that includes humans.
i need to cut my hair i need to evolve i need to see a good thing when it’s in front of me i need to be respectful i need to listen i need to respond i need to move on
attempting to navigate life using whatever preferably-healthy-but-usually-unhealthy coping mechanisms I seem to have found comfort in.
this whole shared experience we're in is absolutely weird and absurd. accept that, and really just lean into it. don't get sucked into nihilism, instead embrace the weirdness of it all. love and appreciate the absurdity we're sharing together.
