It’s it strange how life tends to come about in circles most of the time, right? I’ve noticed that when it comes to my life, sometimes I tend to see what the other side of the fence when forced to so that I can see what it’s like and I find out that I really don’t like it. I came to this conclusion over the weekend while I was continuing to nurse my messed up right foot. God only knows what happened this past Tuesday, but I’m figuring that I either gave myself a high ankle sprain or sprained my Achilles tendon. In either case, I was dying to just get the chance to rest my foot and try and recover because walking had been quite the challenge the last half of last week. Anyway, with all that time to sit and think about things, I’ve noticed that I’m just not comfortable trying to live out a life that isn’t suited to me. I know it sounds like I’ve done crazy things over the past 4 months, but it’s really not that much, but still enough to throw me off balance.
When it comes down to it, I’m really an early to bed, early to rise, keep to myself kinda dude. That really explains it. I don’t usually stay up late any night of the week, and I generally wake up early every morning, even on the one day a week I get to sleep in, which is Saturday. I am also very much a homebody and I generally hate going somewhere just for the sake of having cabin fever. I don’t like to talk to strangers, and I try to keep to myself as much as I can when I do leave my house. I guess I’m painting myself to be some sort of a jerk or something, but I’m really not. I just don’t want to bother people nor do I want to be bothered. I like doing my own thing and being left alone. With that said, after getting home Friday night with two new movies and dinner in tow, I was setting myself up for an exciting night alone left to my own devices. I got through one movie before the drowsiness took over and I passed out early sometime before 10. Now, this was a Friday night, mind you, and I live alone. You’d think I’d go nuts and stay up late or something. No, that wasn’t the case at all. I was doing exactly what I wanted to be doing… well except for icing my damn foot and praying for the pain to go away. Saturday brought some similar actions. I woke up feeling better, pain wise, so I actually did venture out to get some groceries and sundries that I needed, but otherwise stayed home and watched sports. Yesterday brought things to a head for me, though. In a text conversation, I was pretty much blasted for deciding to clean my house instead of watching the season 8 premiere of Game of Thrones. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE that show, but I wasn’t going to do a half assed job at cleaning or leave it to be finished today when I could have done the job the right time the first time last night and forego watching the show during the premiere hour. I was ok with it. I wasn’t going to be spoiled if I didn’t watch it at the same time everybody else did and that was ok with me but not the people I was talking to. Not only did they insult me for cleaning, but they also insulted me for taking so much time to clean and deciding to clean when this damn show was going to be on too. I apologized for cleaning (even though I shouldn’t have) and got to the show 2 hours late, but I watched it, and all the while I thought to myself, “This just goes to show, man. You’re just different. And it’s not different for different’s sake, that’s just the way you are and now you’re being made to feel like an asshole because you have your own priorities and they aren’t bad ones either. That’s not cool.”
That’s not the only thing that I was given grief for yesterday either. The other thing was for going to sleep early every night. I love my sleep. I may get bad sleep because I’m still waiting for my damn APAP machine, but I also just love to sleep. It’s not like I’m having wild inappropriate dreams or anything, but I just enjoy sleeping. It’s hard to explain. But I’m also on a biological clock that puts me to bed around 8:15pm and awake at 4:15am daily. Some people think it’s crazy, but that’s just the way it works out and of course they think I’m crazy for going to sleep so early. Again, I have to apologize for just living my life, but I’m still made to feel like some sort of an asshole because I’m just being a quiet, responsible, out of the way adult. I don’t get it. Why are we supposed to purposely short ourselves of the rest we need and go to places to do stuff that could potentially lead to trouble? Why is staying home, maintaining a clean house, and getting 8 hours of sleep every night such a bad thing? I shouldn’t feel bad for doing the responsible thing, yet here I am feeling bad. I don’t know, maybe I need to distance myself from immature people and just keep to myself again. Things work out better that way in the long run, I find. I’m not sure what the answer is, but I do know that I need to push for my own happiness again. I can’t be feeling stupid for being me anymore.