Last night was just one of those perfect examples of how my brain hates me with a passion.
Usually I wait with going to bed until I’m really tired, mainly because if I go to bed and don’t fall asleep within the first 10-15 minutes, I get really annoyed which then keeps me awake for the next 2 hours. Sleep in itself is boring enough without me having to spend time doing nothing in order to wait for it.
Yesterday I figured I should try to go to bed at a decent time even though I wasn’t really that tired, so after spending an hour or so reading, I decided to turn off the lamp and try to sleep.
Fun fact about me, right before I’m about to fall asleep, I usually have this weird sensation of falling. This is called a hypnic jerk, and it’s apparently very common. I’ve had it since I was a kid so it doesn’t bother me that much.
Last night it did, because it was stronger than usual and I woke up completely because of it. This annoyed me. And then I started thinking about the episode of Sherlock I’d watched earlier in the evening, where Sherlock jumps off a building. And then I started thinking about blood and pain and for some reason, I ended up freaking out over the possible demons under my bed, when in fact they wouldn’t fit because I have lots of stuff there. I spent about an hour telling myself I’m being absolutely ridiculous, before I managed to convince myself that there are no supernatural beings hiding anywhere in my apartment, and fell asleep.
I can’t even explain why I manage to scare myself the way I do, when I don’t believe in demons and stuff like that, neither am I afraid of the dark. Yet I only manage to do that to myself when I’m about to fall asleep, as if my brain is simply more vulnerable to bullshit at that time of the day. But, on the bright side, at least I have a somewhat normal circadian rhythm.
Am I the only one doing this sort of stuff?
