Maybe it isn’t possible to physically run far enough to just zonk out and go to sleep. Maybe you need to run your mind ragged so it doesn’t go round and round in circles – about tomorrow’s first day back at work, about relationships, family, bills whatever…. My friend Rob told me, all you need is a good whiskey I seem to remember he needed a hot dog, too 😉 .
I ended up chatting to an old friend tonight over Facebook. I have such fond memories of our ships passing in the night. It occurred to me friends enter and sometime re-enter your life when you need them.
He sent me an extract from George Carlin’s ‘Brain Droppings’. I want to share it with Kim, who posted on Facebook about her insomnia last night:
“People say, ‘I’m going to sleep now,’ as if it were nothing. But it’s really a bizarre activity. ‘For the next several hours, while the sun is gone, I’m going to become unconscious, temporarily losing command over everything I know and understand. When the sun returns, I will resume my life.’
If you didn’t know what sleep was, and you had only seen it in a science fiction movie, you would think it was weird and tell all your friends about the movie you’d seen.
They had these people, you know? And they would walk around all day and be OK? And then, once a day, usually after dark, they would lie down on these special platforms and become unconscious. They would stop functioning almost completely, except deep in their minds they would have adventures and experiences that were completely impossible in real life. As they lay there, completely vulnerable to their enemies, their only movements were to occasionally shift from one position to another; or, if one of the ‘mind adventures’ got too real, they would sit up and scream and be glad they weren’t unconscious anymore. Then they would drink a lot of coffee.’
So, next time you see someone sleeping, make believe you’re in a science fiction movie. And whisper, ‘The creature is regenerating itself.”
Pretty cool, huh? I didn’t know George Carlin wrote like that, although I love his sketches. (Did something EAT something else?)
My friend sent me a line he had written to himself “There are lots of holes – things that you don’t share, beyond those that you say are there.” He always had a way with words 🙂 .
He is training to run a marathon in the morning and signed off at half ten. He told me “good night, Treacle”. I told him “sleep tight”. I wonder why he runs.
Final thought on this, why is it the top sheet always ends up tangled at the foot of the bed? 😉