![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Meme Response: caramelapples11
Sep. 1st, 2008 11:25 pmSo, there was a meme in this post here about how there are some things we don't post, and well, we're going to explore that. (^_^)
caramelapples11 asked:
Do you prefer night or day? Why? And what do you do at those times?
It's interesting because my parents have been talking to me about making sure I get enough sleep, but you can probably tell from the time I'm posting this that I am sort of a night person. The problem is that I also don't like to sleep in, so I go to bed late and try to wake up early, which is not healthy in the sleep department. It got to the point where I actually went nocturnal for the last week of term last year (not counting the all-nighters I pulled). It worked pretty well, since I was actually getting enough sleep, and I work a lot better at night. The nighttime seems to jump-start the part of me that thinks about different things (schoolwork or otherwise). It's also the time when I do most of my writing (I think I wrote all my papers last semester in the middle of the night). It's funny how Latin made more sense to me at 4 AM than it did at 4 PM. I would go to sleep after all my classes were done (the only day this didn't work was when I had lab) in the afternoon and wake up around 11 PM or 12 AM and started to work right through the and then go to class in the morning. I actually paid better attention as well.
There are things I enjoy both about the day and the night, memories to be associated with both, and differenty kinds of happiness. I love watching the sunlight dance its way across everything or watch the shadows play along, I love cloud gazing, I love the energy that surrounds the day, and there's the dynamic of knowing that a certain lightness cuts through; you can watch everyone and everthing around you moving, to actually be able to <i>see</i> it happening. (That's the problem with being nocturnal; I missed too many things so I stopped.) But then, I adore the nighttime. It's the time when you can see fireworks fly through the sky while sitting on the hood of your dad's car, or watch the fireflies among the grass and bushes, when you feel a quieting down and an awakening of life around you. I love how night shows that darkness, instead of smothering it, actually bolsters and emphasizes light, and makes every speck that much brighter. It's the time that I probably feel calmest (and why I think so much better probably). There's a peace to finding the stars in the sky at night, to reading because you can't POSSIBLY stop before you finish, to listening to soft music, to reminiscing and writing those things down in your diary. I find it easier to contemplate then because there is a feeling of solitude, not loneliness, but a solitude that I enjoy.
There are aspects of both night and day that I can't live without, and the best image I can provide for my feelings would have to be a melding of day and night that I constantly love drawing... A melding of colors, one star becoming many, and just, I can lose myself in the transition. (^_^) I can look outside and see time just flowing along, and I love that feeling of moving along, even if I sometimes dread it.
caramelapples11 asked:
Do you prefer night or day? Why? And what do you do at those times?
It's interesting because my parents have been talking to me about making sure I get enough sleep, but you can probably tell from the time I'm posting this that I am sort of a night person. The problem is that I also don't like to sleep in, so I go to bed late and try to wake up early, which is not healthy in the sleep department. It got to the point where I actually went nocturnal for the last week of term last year (not counting the all-nighters I pulled). It worked pretty well, since I was actually getting enough sleep, and I work a lot better at night. The nighttime seems to jump-start the part of me that thinks about different things (schoolwork or otherwise). It's also the time when I do most of my writing (I think I wrote all my papers last semester in the middle of the night). It's funny how Latin made more sense to me at 4 AM than it did at 4 PM. I would go to sleep after all my classes were done (the only day this didn't work was when I had lab) in the afternoon and wake up around 11 PM or 12 AM and started to work right through the and then go to class in the morning. I actually paid better attention as well.
There are things I enjoy both about the day and the night, memories to be associated with both, and differenty kinds of happiness. I love watching the sunlight dance its way across everything or watch the shadows play along, I love cloud gazing, I love the energy that surrounds the day, and there's the dynamic of knowing that a certain lightness cuts through; you can watch everyone and everthing around you moving, to actually be able to <i>see</i> it happening. (That's the problem with being nocturnal; I missed too many things so I stopped.) But then, I adore the nighttime. It's the time when you can see fireworks fly through the sky while sitting on the hood of your dad's car, or watch the fireflies among the grass and bushes, when you feel a quieting down and an awakening of life around you. I love how night shows that darkness, instead of smothering it, actually bolsters and emphasizes light, and makes every speck that much brighter. It's the time that I probably feel calmest (and why I think so much better probably). There's a peace to finding the stars in the sky at night, to reading because you can't POSSIBLY stop before you finish, to listening to soft music, to reminiscing and writing those things down in your diary. I find it easier to contemplate then because there is a feeling of solitude, not loneliness, but a solitude that I enjoy.
There are aspects of both night and day that I can't live without, and the best image I can provide for my feelings would have to be a melding of day and night that I constantly love drawing... A melding of colors, one star becoming many, and just, I can lose myself in the transition. (^_^) I can look outside and see time just flowing along, and I love that feeling of moving along, even if I sometimes dread it.
