Sound asleep
I could probably count the number of times I have slept alone in the last decade on my fingers – that’s not a boast, merely a statement of dependency.
The lovely Em has gone to visit her clan this week, and unfortunately I was unable to accompany her. This has given me the time and opportunity to learn a few things about myself as I rattle around my house.
The first thing I noticed was that I’m a creature of habit over experience. I still sit in the same place, a rather petulant futon, instead of using Em’s now vacant armchair, which is clearly better placed, television-wise, as well as being far more comfortable.
Then there’s sleeping … I’m incapable of sleeping in silence. This wouldn’t be such a problem if I didn’t have conservative hearing (trying out some new euphemisms for deafness, others include, ‘muffed hearing’, ‘insensitive ears’ and ‘sonically challenged’… the last of which sounds more like a Sega game). I need someone within my range to drift off. I’m not talking about snoring… Em is not a snorer, nor a tolerator of snorers… more the normal sounds a human makes when they’re not making any other noises.
Even using talk radio as a substitute, I still find it hard to slumber and what’s more I worry about the effect it is having on me. I don’t like the idea of my subconscious being infiltrated by mostly right-wing, Daily Mail-esque shows. For the first time in my life I have found myself worrying about immigrants and the Germans, and wondering if everyone on my street is carrying a weapon of some sort.
And so, whilst it has been nice to learn something about myself, I have to admit that I can’t wait for her to return. I’m just hoping that I haven’t turned into a sleep-starved, paranoid dictator in her absence.
I’m the opposite- have difficulty sleeping if anyone’s around. When I am in a situation where bed cohabitation is occurring, I’ll usually get up after he’s nodded off to go into another room to sleep. Or- if it isn’t my house- just take off home.
I’m the same… really quite sensitive to noise around me when I’m sleeping. The white noise of another person isn’t so bad (up to a limit), but something like a ticking clock will get right under my skin and keep me up all night.
Same. I also need music though. Otherwise, my mind stays active and I don’t fall asleep because the ideas I come up with and start exploring are too interesting.
I’ll be home soon, sweetheart.
Ready to take back the best chair and the comfiest side of the bed.
Yay!
But about the ‘comfy’ side of the bed… I’m afraid I may have normalized it a bit…
The chair you can have, it still has your print in it.
Yeah, I bet Sarah complains that I lumpified her pillow while she was gone, when she comes back…
What you have there Adam is a blessing in disguise.
I, like Matt and Brandy find it very hard to sleep with noises.
Certain noises.
Apparently, according to my ex, I make little puppy dog noises in my sleep, like when I roll over or attempt to snuggle.
I really don’t like being cute, but it is soo much better then snoring.
One of my ex-boyfriend’s made a clicking sound with his tongue in his sleep. I very nearly suffocated him with a pillow.
I probably make clicking sounds… it’s not my tongue, it’s my sonar.
Well, it would be unfortunate to slam into a cave wall while you’re asleep.
You’d have to call the somnambulance again.
deary
I listen to music (usually Pink Floyd, usually starting with Shine on You Crazy Diamond and after a few minutes of that I’m out) when I’m falling asleep but I make sure the playlist is only just long enough to last until I fall asleep and then shut itself off. If the music is on all night I’ll only dream that someone keeps playing the same songs over and over again. That’s irritating.
I have more trouble sleeping if it’s too hot (which it always is in my new room) or if there’s too much light (which is why I covered up my window and most of the LED’s on my computer stuff).
*Start Grandad mode*
Have I told you the story about when I met Syd Barret at a bus station in Gloucester?
*end grandad mode*
I hate the heat to, it is not my friend… I get dreams of being stuck in burning buildings when it gets too much. I can however, sleep in broad daylight, and I frequently do.
Weird: I’m listening to that song RIGHT NOW. And my head is nodding t’wards my desk…
Every one, STOP PANICING!!
I got my book today!!!! (it has been at mum’s for along long time)
What, the book I sent?
I thought you were being quiet about it because you didn’t like it…
No, it has been with mum for ever.
I like it.
It smells like you.
(your first REAL stalker)
mwahahahaha
I’ll probably regret asking this but what does Adam smell like? Sarcasm and tea?
Now the funny thing is, I noticed right away how mine smelt as well.
>_>
<_<
Damn now I have to buy one. I love smells. First thing I do when I visit somebody’s house for the first time is plant my feet and just INHALE.
Um, it mostly smells like Adam.
Paper, smoke, ink, skin.
Adam, you need to open your windows atleast once a week.
I live in the north, we haven’t invented windows yet.
Oh, well, that explains so many things about the smell then :/
I would have to say, now that I have both books, this the first time in my life that I have a complete collection of anything.
(other then skin disease starting with “S”)
I think they have that collection at the Mutter Museum too, incidentally.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mutter_Museum
Even if That Man of Mine isn’t home for whatever reason, I don’t use the whole bed. It doesn’t work. I figure he ruined his side for me, forever, on purpose.
Ah, I know exactly what you mean. Sarah’s been gone all week (a trip to the beach with her family! I’m, needless to say, most jealous, and sad that I couldn’t take the time off to go as well), and I’ve been rattling around the empty apartment. I find that I keep the stereo on, not while I’m asleep, but whine I’m awake, to fill the sonic space, and make it seem less lonely. And I sleep with a stuffed animal.
My girlfriend and I are still figuring out our place in the whole, who sleeps where. I just want the left side of the bed… she wants the whole darn thing. As for habit, I think everyone eventually becomes a creature of habit, it just takes a while to get down the big ones, such as sitting in the same spot on the uncomfortable futon instead of playing king of the castle and sitting in the arm chair.(which is what i did on days off from school when I was little!)
Whereas for me, if there is music playing I lie there analyzing it instead of sleeping.
the problem is when you start to dance
i’m in canada!
I’m pretty sure my wife would kill me. Is there anything particularly about dancing in the middle of the night in Canada? Angry anti-dancing nocturnal yaks or something?