I’m tired and grumpy and miss the hell out of daylight. I’ve been bushed all bloody week due to sunlight deprivation. Alarm clock chimes denoting 7AM, yet the abscence of light in the room does wonders in convincing my body that it’s 5AM. It doesn’t take a genius to determine which I’m more inclined to trust…
The perpetual darkness I’ve been living in has really affected me. My body — and worse still, my mind — has shutdown, leaving me a drooling zombie that’s too damn dense to realize it shouldn’t be up and about. Pantomiming the motions of a man doth not a man make. Taking dull metal to my face does wonders for combating physical fuzziness, but in the face of mental fatigue, what’s there to do when two and two begins to make five and, worst of all, make sense?
Argh.
Why are humans the only animals to go to bed when they are not tired and to get up when they are?
That’s an interesting question, isn’t it.
I had something about going to bed to say, but I realized that it was rambling and offtopic. Ironic.
Society as a whole has done its best to fit the world to the least common denominator in a lot of ways. The first, foremost, and most obvious is television, but leaving that longstanding gripe aside, perhaps it’s best to go back to the era of agriculture — people needed to rise early to fit in a full day of hunting.
I could wax anthropological for a while longer here, but “Mel”:http://www.livejournal.com/users/fossil_human/ is probably the better one to talk about that.
In the end, maybe the monkeys have it better — except for the part where they have no control over their sphicnters and tend to throw feces at each other. And the being stupid. Other than those, and a few other major things, they’ve got it pretty good :)