2nd September - I'm not normal



I don't think I'm 'normal'. Perhaps that much has been clear to people for many years. But I have these weird tendencies which seem to 'go against the grain' in terms of what other people do. Breakfast is the perfect example. When I was in the United States, my bro from another mo would regularly rise and declare himself ready for breakfast, pounding pavements in search of eggs, waffles, and all other variety of breakfasty items. The thought alone was making me nauseous. I'd usually sit there for a while, quietly browsing the menu with disgust to be polite, before asking the waitress if the lunch menu had started yet. My reasoning is clear. There's no breakfast food which is better than a lunch/dinner food. Muffins or Burritos? What you pickin'? Be honest. Burritos, right? Every time. Waffles or Lasagne? Toast or Pizza? Cereal or Fajitas? Scrambled eggs, or a cheeseburger? It's obvious... Breakfast is inferior in every way. 




Secondly, and this is the biggest emphasis... Who wakes up hungry? I know I don't. The first thing I feel when I wake up, is tired. Mind bogglingly drowsy, and nauseous. Completely devoid of all energy. Waking up in the mornings is how I can only imagine it feels to be shot in the stomach. There's a crippling sense of realising you're now at your least productive, until your burst of energy arrives later on in the day. That's the thing, you see... My body clock gets going around midday, but can easily last 'till 2, 3, 4am, no sweat. Full of beans, full of spritely attitude. With my biggest 'surge' coming around golden hour... 7pm, 8pm, 9pm, the peak time for my workouts, if I ever went to the gym. 

But some lunatics wake up and go to the gym at 5am, 6am, etc. They call it 'the 5am club', like somehow doing something at a certain time somehow makes you more productive, even though they're fast asleep by 9pm, when I'm working my tushy off between 9pm-2am whilst they're asleep. Somebody make it make sense. The third, and final, example of why I'm certainly not 'normal' is when it comes to appetite and hunger. I can easily go 12-24 hours without eating, and it won't even impact my mood. Whilst others get 'hangry', I'm still my calm, easy-going self, though I've also realised that I'm often at my most hungry, just AFTER I've devoured a meal. As I said, I'm not normal...




... But then, surely we all already knew that by now. 



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