I had never had a hangover before but a hangover from sleepless nights is one that often haunts me on a regular basis. To those who are new to this term or think that you suffer from the syndrome, let me enlighten you. It is a process whereby your subconscious mind and conscious mind are working concurrently producing ideas and resolving internal and external conflicts in your life. This results in what many are familiar with, 'brain doing overtime' syndrome.I have so many 'cases' yesterday in particular being the peak of a certain finding, that I had arrived in school with the least awareness of what was happening for the day.
My first issue is regarding my own life soap opera which I direct and star in which, I am proud to say I have a fan club for. Metaphorically speaking, I have completed reading a current text. However to my horror have just discovered that the text (personified) assumes it can analyze its critic. In current times, different texts tend to engage their readers at a deeper level. The irony is that to many this seem to be a new trend. The truth is far from it. Writers and poets as early as the 11th and 12th centuries have written pieces that still remain unsolved in today's day and age. Works of James Joyce and John Donne are not easy reads and still remain a mystery to many who seek to find precious jewels in them. What more that of human nature. I have to profess I, like these poets and works am a 'closed book'. The complexity of what I am is hard to comprehend if you have no idea who I am in different contexts. A mask has many layers when its purpose is different And how naive it is for this particular 'text' to analyze me. An impossible task, doomed to fail.
The second issue is the numerous admin work I have to perform, thanks to the end-of -the year exams. Marking, script checking and keying in marks. Not to mention the preparation for the Bintan trip. Today I had the privilege to visit my 10 courts of hell. If one decides to work for Hell after death, please take your crash course here. These occupants of hell are highly intelligent but absolutely hyper species who would put The Deatheaters in the Harry Potter series to shame. They suck the life faster than you dying from the Kiss of Death. And believe it or not, I have become as deranged as them. So today I had some work to do with them. The horror, I was allocated two hours for my business with them and they finished it in an hour (how they did it with that noise level of chimpanzees going mad when they see the zookeepers with food, is a miracle). Nevertheless, that left me with the other hour where I thought light entertainment would be good. So I showed them Odysseys. They were so engrossed, they lingered around for an extra 10 minutes to watch the gore and blood of Odysseys killing the men who invaded his world. Nevertheless, there was minimum damage to my ear drums and to the venue property, hurray for that. Well, they are not that bad, just uniquely unbearable at times.
The third issue at hand is the lives of others I am involved in. Being there for them and helping them (to my mother's discerning disapproval). She always has the idea that I do not care about her. But the truth is I do, but one cannot help it if I do have a life and she does not! (Kidding mom! No wait....) Nevertheless, she thinks I am self centered and stubborn but little does she realize, I learn it from her. For instance, I told her not to clean the window grills. She went to do that and could not lift her arm. Which part of my sentence did she not understand? When asked she says she was bored and was helping in the cleaning of the house. When I say the same thing about something else and get myself hurt, she calls me being a menace who thinks she is helping but giving more trouble than help. Now let's see where do I learn it from? MY MOTHER. There is more than just this, but that is another story for another day. Nevertheless, these friends' problems become my problems in a way because I just enjoy a certain form of chaos.
With all these who would not have a hangover from sleepless nights? Oh well, I hope I can get a good night's rest tonight.
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