Hello Darkness, my old friend

It’s almost 1 am and I can’t sleep.  There is no particular reason, I’m not overly excited about anything, neither am I sad or anxious.  I’ve got nothing that is chasing me, no pressing issue that needs to be resolved.  I just can’t sleep – Mr Sandman skipped my house tonight and left me here all by my lonesome wondering what to do.


I switch off the light and get comfy, waiting for that lull to kick in – but nothing.  Allow me to let you in on a little secret:  whoever told you that counting sheep helps, was lying.

Trying to read is not an option as I find myself having to turn back 2 or 3 pages every now and then just to catch up with the story line again, then waste another 5 minutes trying to figure out what the heck I have been thinking about while I was pretending to read – all of this while trying to read.

Getting comfy in front of the TV doesn’t help either.  Did you know that late night TV in SA really really sucks.  Even with DSTV, it sucks.  There are so many re-runs of re-runs on every channel, I just caught myself mouthing the words to a show I have seen probably a hundred times.  Pathetic, I know.

If it was up to me, I would go for a run, but that won’t really do.  There is nothing to clean and all the laundry is done.  All my Sudoku’s are finished and my bandwidth only allows for so much surfing.

So I wonder, what do insomniacs do when darkness creeps in and the world all round goes quite?  What do you do with your time when there is nothing to do, but listen to the wind?

How do you pass the time until morning, when all is fresh and new and opportunity winks at you with the early morning song of birds and the sun turns dewdrops into tiny diamonds scattered all around?

Do you dream up dreams of what could have been or should have been or the way you’d like it to be or do you ponder on “Wow, what was I thinking?”

The mind is an interesting (albeit sometimes dangerous) place and I am fascinated by how the a train of thought can go from ice cream in the fridge to that time on the beach with that other person who made you smile.  It’s scary actually.

I’m losing track of where I was going with this.  O yes, what does an insomniac do?  I suppose some would opt for a night time job (but are they then not insomniacs during the day?  Is insomnia something that only counts if you can’t sleep at night), while others still would party the night away (surely you can’t do that every night) and a select few opt for, let’s just say less than legal things to do.

What’s left to do at home for the “normal guy”, beats me.

Any ideas?

Author: nanuschka

I am a free spirit born in the Free State, 20 years to late. I am Ying and Yang. I am the girl next door who prefers daisies and peace rallies, but can just as easily rock at a rally. I love all things Latin and am sure that in my previous life (if that existed) I was Spanish. The dark side of me, however, tells me that I lived in Mother Russia. I am an over thinker par excellence , in constant search of answers to all things that makes us human. What we do and, more importantly, why we do it. I hope you enjoy my rambles and would love to hear from you. If you like it here, please come back, comment and share. If not, let me not waste another second of your time. All I ask is that you respect my space, be constructive and leave negativity at the door. There is enough of that in this world we live in and yes, in my head too sometimes. Not everything here will be liked or agreed with. Some of it will be downright rude, crazy and straight forward. Not everyone will like me and what goes on in my head, but this is my life and my space. Enjoy the ride

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