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Ahh there you are! I for a moment I thought you had forgotten all about me! Let’s call you George.
You are that guy that shows up to the party while its at the halfway mark. Everyone’s having a good time relaxing and just hanging out. The party has found it’s rhythm and the evening is going well.
Then you show up.
It’s not like you’re the bad guy; people don’t mind that you showed up, but you show up at the wrong time and now the party reshuffles. There is a period of unrest as you wander through and a new energy runs through the crowd. Friends were done playing cards but oh we can play another round right guys?
People who were making their leisurely departure from their host hastily move to the door in hope that they will get out before you find some interesting but inane topic that will keep them far longer than they had planned to stay.
That is what you’re like George.
Now don’t get me wrong… I have done some of my best stuff during an insomnia binge. I’ve finished papers, written stories, found the patience to finish up a bit of tedious sewing that I just couldn’t get past. Sometimes you are fun and we do have a great time together! Remember the night of full lunar eclipse? I was so glad you dropped by! We took some great pictures and had hot chocolate on the lawn. It was a magical time.
Most of the time though, you show up at the most inopportune times. You stop by to happily say hi before moving on to you next victim leaving me to toss and turn, and stare at the ceiling. When I can no longer stand it, I wander the house, accompanied only by the ghosts of my ancestors. They aren’t much into conversation. Then there are the endless games of solitaire. What is the point of that game anyway? Sleep has left me like a jilted lover who may or may not return.
So George, I hope you won’t be too upset when I say I would really rather you found someone else to bother. Not that I would wish you company on anyone, I’m just saying that we’ve been seeing a little bit too much of each other. You make me cranky and sap any semblance of the small amount of patience I may have to deal with the mundane issues of daily life. Surely there must be some night shift worker, desperately trying to stay awake, who could use your company. Sometimes I am that night shift worker and you are nowhere to be found.
I am breaking up with you George. Just so you know, it is you. It’s definitely you.
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