So, I am known in my circle of friends as being the fairly level-headed, responsible, good-decision-making-friend.
Well…hehe…that’s not always exactly how that goes at home.
See, I make GREAT decisions; like last night, I decided to stay up until midnight to finish my movie even though I knew that I had to get up for swim team this morning.
My excuse, because, oh yes, I had one: “Older Brother wouldn’t get me the remote so I couldn’t turn off the TV so the movie just kept playing and I had to watch it.” That and I didn’t want to go to bed before Older Brother because then I would lose the competition we weren’t having.
Wow. Just wow.
And when the movie finally did end, I staggered–and yes, that is the only way to describe what I did–down the stairs to my room.
On the way there, I caught a glimpse of myself in the bathroom mirror through the door that was only slightly ajar. I almost did a double-take, but not quite. Nevertheless, I was rather taken aback–hold up,was that mess me????
The legs of my jeans had traveled up whilst I lay on the couch, so now my right pant leg was at my knee while my left was somewhere mid-calf. The hoodie was somehow crooked on my body. I was unhealthily pale, and I had gray circles under my eyes from my mascara, since I had rubbed my eyes approximately 88,665,201 times while watching the movie–to keep myself awake, of course.
(In hindsight, the fact that I could barely keep my eyes open to watch the movie should have made me realize that I should probably go to bed. I’m sure I knew that somewhere in the back of my mind, but I’m just a TAD of a stubborn person).
I, in short, looked like a total zombie. It was as if I was in a drunken stupor; just minus the whole having consumed alcohol part.
When I finally closed the insurmountable distance between myself and my bedroom, I barely managed to peel off my clothes and navigate myself into my pajamas, which were fortunately scattered across my room in such a way that I found a new article of clothing to slap onto my body with each step to my bed.
When I did finally collapse into my bed, my exhausted brain decided that it would be a great idea to read a chapter of my book before going to sleep.
My eyes had trouble focusing on the words and I read the same line about fifty times, but gosh darn it, I was gonna finish that chapter!
Luckily, despite my disheveled and zombie-like state, I’m still a pretty fast reader. It took me longer than it would have if I had been awake, but I read that chapter in twenty minutes. Faster than I thought I could, so that was something.
I turned off my light and as soon as my head hit the pillow I was out like a light.
Keep in mind that, by this time, it was approximately 12:30 am.
It wasn’t fun to get up this morning.
My pain was self-inflicted, and Mom did warn me, but you should still pity me anyway because I’m tired but now that I’ve been swimming I won’t be able to go back to sleep.
I think that, by staying up late in these last few weeks of summer, I may be trying to compensate for how I won’t be able to stay up that late when school starts. (Which is too stinking soon, by the way!)
I don’t think it’s working very well.
On the upside, though, the movie was really good! It’s called “Big Fish,” if you want to watch it sometime. It’s on Amazon and, I think, Netflix. Just FYI.
Anyway, I don’t know if I’ll listen to the lesson that my stubbornness has provided me with, but I’m pretty sure it’s this: don’t let my own competitiveness ruin my life.
Do with that life lesson what you will. I think I might try it out.