Don’t you think that “Good morning” is a contradiction in terms at times?
I know I do.
I’m not a morning person. And I know that there are others out there who can relate to this. I can’t possibly be the only one.
Wouldn’t I love the luxury of being a morning person? Gee, and don’t I wish that I could magically wake up like Cinderella to the sound of birds chirping? But nuh-uh. The sun burns my retinas like a magnifying glass. And most of the time, I’m not even sure what the real breakfast-time is. And usually, my extra 5 more minutes of sleep ends up being an hour more of snuggling in bed. And hey, it’s “brunch time”.
I am not exactly proud to be a morning hater. I had never asked to be plagued with such strong detest for the early hours of the day. But when my alarm goes off in the morning, I honestly feel like I’m going to die. Honestly? 8 a.m. classes are not a joke. Pretty much forced to get out of bed against my own will.
A moment of silence for the songs I have ruined by making them my alarm, only in an effort to make the morning a little more… bearable. (RIP, “Disasterology” by Pierce The Veil). Also, sincere apologies to anyone who has tried to talk to me within the first 30 minutes of being awake. I can be unreasonable without my cup of coffee. That thing’s like a drug. And yeah, that person that was mean to you in the early morning? That wasn’t me. That was my evil, before-noon twin. And on behalf of both of us, I’m really sorry if she said anything mean to you.
Perhaps someday we morning haters will overcome this affliction. Who knows what will happen in the future, right? Maybe one day when I’m 60, I can enjoy a nice Saturday morning, squeeze my own orange juice, and listen to the birds chirping. It will take some time to beat down this syndrome as the saying goes, “Rome wasn’t built in a day”. There are going to be ups and downs, there will be days where I want to quit and just go back to sleep… But I know that with friends’ love and support, the morning-haters of the world, and we can conquer this. One step at a time.
But first, coffee.