Night People
I’ve been trying to solve a mystery for many decades now with zero success. I have no theories, no working hypothesis, nothing. It’s an open case, and all indications are it always will be. You’re probably on the edge of your seat right now wondering what this is all about, so I won’t keep you in suspense any longer. Here’s what I just can’t seem to puzzle out. Why is it that some people are morning people while others are diehard night people?
If you’ve read my post about morning people, you know that I’m among the latter, night people that is. I’ve been that way from as far back as I can remember, and at this point I can say with complete certainty that will never change. Over the course of my life I’ve made every effort to shift my schedule and reinvent myself as a morning person, as if there was ever even the slightest, tiniest, itty-bittiest possibility of that happening. Not a prayer. It appears to be encoded in my DNA.
At issue here is the fact that if you’re like me, a now unapologetic night person, you’re bound to have noticed that the rest of the world doesn’t have much interest in accommodating your preferred hours of operation. Not many people are attending parent-teacher conferences or doctors appointments at 8 PM. I have faced this reality and done my best to make the adjustment. When I worked a day job I always tried to arrive on time with all cylinders firing, and then when my children were born I had no choice but to haul myself out of the bed at the crack of dawn. Those little ones never failed to spring up at 6 AM every day with a ridiculous amount of energy, so much so that I sometimes suspected they were siphoning it directly from me. You’d think that they would want to take a break once in a while and sleep in, but nope, never happened.
It was during these times that I thought I was having some success at moving from the world of night people into the realm of morning people, but the first chance I got, I reverted back to my normal state. I just couldn’t do it. Despite my best efforts, my attempts at conversion invariably met with failure, and I no longer care. I love those evening hours, always will. And if I’ve given you the impression because I’m a night person I’m hanging out in bars and clubs every night, all I can say to that is, “I wish!” Could be fun, but I am not now nor have I ever been a part of that scene. It’s not me. There were times it beckoned, but I didn’t respond.
I have come to terms with the fact that I have always been and will always be a night person. I have no desire to change. I’m happy with the way things are, and as to the question of why I am the way I am and why all of the morning people are the way they are, maybe someone reading this will solve that mystery. I’ve given it enough thought. I’m going to bed. Don’t call me before 9 AM. On second thought, make that 10.