Think about it people: every night we lose control of our bodies and minds. For those who don’t remember your dreams, you could well think of that time as entirely stolen, a death you were lucky enough to come back from. You know what it’s like not to be.
Yes, there are neural, and I’m sure other biological explanations for sleep, but I don’t feel like doing that today. Besides, much of it is still a mystery. My point for now is that if we all got as much sleep as our bodies were designed for, we’d be unconscious for a third of our lives. This means that if you live to be 90 years old, you will have spent 30 years drooling on your pillow. Yes, people sleep more or less in different stages of their lives, but let’s not nitpick. I’ve calculated approximately how much time I’ve spent asleep in my lifetime, factoring in my chronic sleep deprivation, and come up with 6.5 years. That hurts.
Because this is a lot of your exciting life to give away, many of you probably stay up late reading emails, eating ice cream, watching QVC, or whatever perverse things you do that we don’t want to know about. Of course, your boss doesn’t care what you did last night either, so you wake up early regardless. Well done. You’ve squeezed some extra life out of life.
Today, like most days, I’ve been squeezing as best I can, and the result is underwhelming. Like many of you, I now rely on caffeine for my very survival. Without it, I’d find the words on this screen blurring and my head would start to sink. I might even do The Nod that got me in trouble in Modern European Literature class freshman year.
So here’s the question I pose to you and to myself: is it better to be outright dead for a third of your life or to be outright dead for a fourth of your life and a fourth dead for the rest of it? OR would you prefer to beat the system through addiction? Tough call, huh? Kinda makes me sleepy.