I Hate Naps
Why does the theory that naps make us happier people continue to propagate? Perhaps for some people, such as tantrum ridden three year olds, this may be the case. But never for me.
I hate naps.
With a passion.
Maybe it's because the naps I am subject to catch me unawares. Inevitably, I will come home from work, putz around for a little while and then promptly fall asleep for two to three hours. I wake up at 7:30, 8, 9pm even crankier than before. Yes I may feel more rested, but I have to go through the whole repulsive process of waking up for the second time that day. I don't have the benefit of the cheery sun to speed the process. By the time I rouse it's dark...the sun long set.
So I'm cranky. And lethargic. I can't motivate myself to do anything as I am still hung over on sleep and I have little desire to do anything anyway since in theory a real bedtime is right around the corner. But that's the thing...because of the frickin nap I'll be wired until 2, 3 in the morning. Spurring the cycle ever onward.
I'll be exhausted and cranky in the morning when I need to rouse my even crankier ride who most mornings is completely oblivious to the alarm clock. I'll putz and mope at work, getting far less accomplished than I should. I'll walk home and crash. And wake up now angry at the world for robbing me of those hours. And I'll stay up far too late again...
It's a vicious cycle.
I hate it.
It pisses me off.
And I'm a noticeably less happy person because of it.
I hate naps.
With a passion.
Maybe it's because the naps I am subject to catch me unawares. Inevitably, I will come home from work, putz around for a little while and then promptly fall asleep for two to three hours. I wake up at 7:30, 8, 9pm even crankier than before. Yes I may feel more rested, but I have to go through the whole repulsive process of waking up for the second time that day. I don't have the benefit of the cheery sun to speed the process. By the time I rouse it's dark...the sun long set.
So I'm cranky. And lethargic. I can't motivate myself to do anything as I am still hung over on sleep and I have little desire to do anything anyway since in theory a real bedtime is right around the corner. But that's the thing...because of the frickin nap I'll be wired until 2, 3 in the morning. Spurring the cycle ever onward.
I'll be exhausted and cranky in the morning when I need to rouse my even crankier ride who most mornings is completely oblivious to the alarm clock. I'll putz and mope at work, getting far less accomplished than I should. I'll walk home and crash. And wake up now angry at the world for robbing me of those hours. And I'll stay up far too late again...
It's a vicious cycle.
I hate it.
It pisses me off.
And I'm a noticeably less happy person because of it.
posted by Unknown at
12:51 AM
2 Comments:
I've taken to swigging Nyquil before I go to sleep..otherwise I wake up during the night. Good times!
no cheery sun to speed along the process? What you describe is every day for the last five months. Sky the color of concrete that matches all the concrete outside and I find myself cursing if on a day like to day I have a reason I have to leave my apartment. To buy food.
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