An average homo sapien sleeps 8 hours a day. This was a random thought on my mind on an awful boring day at the work. If a person has slept 8 hours a day for 25 years of life, he has slept for an average of 33% of his life. Almost around 8 years out of 25.
It was a moment of solid “I just want to restart my life” kind of moment as I came to realization that, I have at least slept 10 to 12 years of my life at this rate.
Most days I sleep at least 12 hours. I was born sleepy and any day anytime if I ain’t working or reading or gaming, anybody could find me sleeping peacefully during any time of the day. I mean I could be out doing drugs but here I am hibernating and causing no trouble.
J𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿, I’m not a jobless freak who waste all my life sleeping. I have a cool job; I earn for myself. Been independent for as long as I remember and moved out of home at the age of 20 successfully with a paid job and ongoing studies.
I did finish my studies and managed to keep the job too. Sometimes I’m surprised I mean I know I slept most of the time but damn son you made it. Imagine if I had slept for just 8 hours and managed the rest of the time to do something resourceful?
When i was at the age where I was supposed to sit for my ordinary levels, my school attendance was 28%. I slept in most days because I was too lazy to wake up. But I did all my semester exams and was able to keep my ranks up.
But I actually lost my sleep and appetite for 2 days when I heard that I might have to go to school for another year because I cannot sit for ordinary levels with 28% attendance. If one day I’m absent, the principal will know I’m not at school out of more than 15000 students because he always used to say “I wonder why the school wasn’t in chaos yesterdays and then figured you weren’t at school”
I clearly remember the moment I got my appetite back and felt like sleeping in the principal’s office because my professors signed in for me so that i could sit for this years exams. They were confident that I do best. Now due to my 23 months of living off breast milk, I was surprisingly good at multiplication tables and calculations. There was this one guy in my class and we were the first to solve anything written on the board and use the free time to sleep. Well, I don’t know what he did but I slept!
I even slept on my French paper in ordinary level exam day because, well it was French and I didn’t understand a thing. But I just drew a nice portrait at the back of the page just in case somebody would feel impressed and decides to not fail me. Yeah, that didn’t work!
I wasn’t even interested in the results. I didn’t really know what was wrong with me because I wasn’t really interested in academic stuff or serious stuff until I was out of campus holding a degree. Don’t anybody ask me how because I don’t know?
I was definitely day drunk through half of it and probably slept the rest.
I literally didn’t take anything seriously until I finished my higher studies. I just did for the sake without an effort. I hibernated half of my life through it and now I’m out, in the real world, looking sideways holding a diploma and wondering, do I just give this paper cylinder to anybody and get a job just like that or should I just go back to sleep?
It was one tough decision to make between. Now that I must move out of the house so that I can enjoy my life alone and have some fun, party, road trip, come home late and watch TV as late as i can. Omg, it all was so exciting and i couldn’t wait!
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so I went home and slept! Again.
