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I’ve pretty much been a night owl for years. I think the trend began in high school and really took off when I realized that “college” was just a code word for “expensive party.”
In general, I do a lot of staying up late and sleeping in - it’s just the way my social circle works. But over the past several years, one thing has begun to occur to me: what I hate is waking up.
I used to think that getting up early was just the worst thing ever, and I looked forward to getting up whenever I felt like it. I’ve had that opportunity now, and the unfortunate truth is that waking up is just as horrible at 2pm; the only difference is that you’re skipping a good portion of the day.
This leaves me in a tough spot. If waking up is just as painful at 2 as it is at 8:30, why should I bother sleeping in?
I feel like this is the slow logical process that kicks in around the early twenties and, by the time I’m 85, I’ll be going to bed at 5 and waking up at 6:15.
