Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Insomnia
I remember having watched some show about this man who owns the most amount of buttons ever. The most amazing part is that, the buttons were all uniquely different. Story behind his collection lies in the night. He has chronic insomnia and because he's usually the only one awake in the night, he passes his time by sewing these buttons onto as many of his coats and shirts and pants. He ran out of those, and started sewing his shoes and anything else he could get his hands on. And he sells these things. Okay, not too bad. Very business minded.
Then there was another guy who was so addicted on the Wii, he played it for 3 days without sleep and collapsed and died. This story was published in The Sun, a very very very "important", "all-important", "newsy" paper. Okay, I simply meant tabloid. I remember coming across the story while reaching around for something readable left by a previous passenger to read on the train back to Dublin from Cork. I know the local men loved the page 3 of the The Sun on Sundays. (Near naked girls... or were they totally naked?)
Isn't it interesting? How some people can sleep but refuse to? (You don't know how lucky you are!) And how some people simply can't sleep for days on end, just because? It's so The Machinist!
And I realise that it's such a lonely lonely lonely thing to have chronic insomnia. Because apparently, people with chronic insomnia don't exactly have that ability to go "Hell yeah! Let's go party in the city that never sleeps". Instead, they simply lack the energy to do anything more than to strut around slowly. They drift in and out of this conscious world, and become increasingly emaciated.
And I was actually complaining about not sleeping for that 24hours? I'm such a dumb ass. I should get some sleep soon or I'd end up like scenario #2 instead of the more successful number #1.
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