Mood:
blueNow Playing: Wearily...
Topic: Daily Doings
MY SLEEP CYCLE, as I’ve remarked, is all over the place. Some things never change and my sleep is one of them. Thanks to some cheese, having zzz’d all night, I dragged myself up, forced myself to do some necessary things only to end up lying down again and drowsing deeply throughout much of the afternoon. Then I did get up, only to feel weary and depressed.
I know the winter blues, when they fit the “syndrome” get labelled Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD). That is, depression with massive over-sleeping and a craving for sweets and pasta etc is triggered by the (in my opinion massively) diminished hours of winter daylight.
That said, I have noticed an added urge for Jaffa Cakes and Turkish lemon curd biscuits (the lemon curd is in the middle — yummy.
Plus I have been spending hours and hours as unconscious as possible. “Hibernating,” I like to call it. Hmmm…
As well as nasty old winter the killings of those young girls have got me down. As I implied earlier, I count myself lucky that in the roulette wheel of life chances, I was not born female. Because if I was, I can’t see that I would not be out on the midnight streets as those women were.
A newspaper commentator called those “working girls” streetwise. Well of course they think they are.
And to most “straight” people, no doubt they would seem that way. But as yet another article implied, drug addicts actually tend to be immature. (Streetwise and mature are not of course the same, but one thing does feed into the other.)
Perhaps the Narcotics Anonymous theory is true and the age at which addiction grabs you is the emotional age at which you stay.
That would put me in my 20s. But many of my acquaintances are stuck in their teens.
Youngsters stuck in adult bodies. No wonder they live lives of such chaos…
