I spend a lot of time in the car. Used to be about an hour and a half every day, but now I’m down to about 40-50 minutes/day. And I spend the time by listening to podcasts. There is a whole slew that I subscribe to – some daily, some weekly, and some … every once in a while. I listen through my list to work and home from work, and then every few weeks I load up my iPod with the new episodes and go through listening to them one by one.
One of my absolute favorites is This American Life.
So brilliant. Every episode leaves me thinking about my own stories, or those of my friends. Wishing I could write like that. Wishing I saw the world the same way, noticing the every-day things that were just so interesting. I generally always have some small commonality with at least one of the stories. If not that, then definitely sympathy.
A recent (to me) episode, however, left me wondering if I was the only one who listened and didn’t find some commonality.
The episode is called Fear of Sleep, and (like ALL This American Life episodes) I recommend you take the time to listen to it.
It is about several different people/families who have problems with sleep for various reasons. Some sleep walk, some have a million bugs in their house, some equate sleep with death. Very (very) reminiscent of Nightmare on Elm Street.
I really really cannot relate at all.
I love sleep. I really love sleep a lot. Granted, I wish I could get by on less sleep because there are other things I’d like to do with my time, but still.
When I have a chance to sleep in … I take it. In fact, sometimes I feel like I’m making myself stay in bed/try to sleep longer than I need to just because I love sleep so much.
When Andrew and I are on a long drive (to Phoenix), and I have nothing really to do but read or listen to music … I sleep. Feels lovely.
I’m fairly certain I equate sleep with escape. It’s like a stress reliever for me. Serious rest that my brain really needs.
When I was in school and had too much to possibly do, I still always made sure I got 8 hours of sleep – 8 hours that my body could really relax cause I wasn’t thinking about my to-do list.
Probably the reason I only pulled 1 (one!) all-nighter all through my (8) college years.
What do you think? Any one else out there love sleep as devotedly as I do?
LOVE sleep. So much, you’re totally not alone. It’s like my favorite time to relax & get ready for the next day. (I think it’s the part where I just don’t really think or stress in my dreamland that makes me love it)
I don’t equate sleep with death, but typically there are things I’d rather be doing. But sometimes I do love sleep.
I love sleep a lot–but I also adore staying up late–which is great when I have a chance to sleep in, not so great when I have to wake up at 5am (as I do 3x a week). I suffer from insomnia a lot–usually at least once a week, but that has not stopped my love affair with sleep.
Fernando sleep walks, sleep talks, and grinds his teeth. But he falls asleep before me almost every night.