Ya know that one friend who claims that one really learns about herself when in a romantic relationship? Things like what her strengths are, her weaknesses (a topic I don't care to learn more about, personally) and so on and so on...I don't hate on the relationship loving friend, and especially not any of her theories. Clearly I appreciate the effort it takes to come up with one and then attempt selling it to others to boot! I have learned something very recently about myself, thanks to my current oh-so-insightful Man Friend (My MF if you will).
It turns out that there is something I do during very inappropriate times, something that should generally be done...
in private
at night
and if your love life is anything like mine often is...by yourself.
SLEEP
MF observed and pointed out that I might possibly be a narcoleptic: one that "suffers" from sudden, uncontrollable deep sleep. His substantial evidence included that many of my "anecdotes" I share begin with the phrase, "This one time I was sleeping..." or end with the surprising, "...and I didn't even wake up!" cliff hanger.
Throughout various stages of life I've been found all of a sudden head back, eyes closed, knocked the EFF out. As a child, this relaxing past time was documented in various photos, one most creepily involving my older sister above my head, perched on the arm of our mid 80's tweed sofa, awaiting the moment I'd come to for some play time.
In high school I was the reject that fell asleep at the wheel of my father's Ford Explorer (without a drop of under-aged alcohol involved mind you, I was a church kid duh).
In college you could find me in standard arms crossed, upward-facing position, napping through the required morning chapel. Good thing the closing praise and worship sesh was louder than a standard alarm clock and could wake me just in time to head to class.
Now as a young professional (using the term loosely) I continue my habit/passion for "resting my eyes" with unexpected nappy-poos in unexpected places (floor of the mom's house I'm babysitting in and underneath a co worker's desk at morning recess to name a few). Why am I unemployed again???
I find this to be a strength (shocker) in case you're wondering, since many a travel buddies have found themselves envying my skill to transform a twelve hour bus ride across England into a rejuvenating and blissful time of slumber.
I think I'll head to the couch now.
Good night.
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