Disclaimer: The above picture is a crappy cellphone picture that was taken of me at a party last year. It’s unrelated to this post…I just think it’s hilarious! And yes, I said party. Clearly, I was the first to go down. Don’t come on here judging me!
Lately, I haven’t been getting much little sleep. This has always been the case for me. I’ve been an insomniac since I was a small child. Some of my fondest memories involve me exploring the house, as a little kid, while everyone around me snored.
Thing is, I’m getting older. At 21 years old, I could sleep 3 hours and then get up and have a fun day. At 29, I sleep 3 hours and then get up and dread the rest of the day. Somewhere between 21 and 29, I started needing an extra 2-3 hours of sleep in order to feel normal. It’s incredibly inconvenient.
You see, I’m a busy person. You know, that person that always has “something” that they need to do or “someplace” that they just have to be at? Yep, that’s me. I totally understand the concept of “sleeping when I’m dead.” I mean, there’s just so much to do! And I have all of these places I want to visit and books I want to read and tv shows I want to watch and food I want to eat…dammit, I got shit to do!
And so, even after I hit a point where I was having to go home and take a nap before doing anything (I’ve never been one to nap. I didn’t even like to do it in Kindergarten.) and even after I hit a point where I’d become discombobulated in the middle of doing something as simple as taking out the trash….and even after I hit a point where my memory would fail me mid-task at work…I still would not admit that I needed to have better sleeping practices.
That is…until I lost my camera and it’s case.
I lost it the night of my fishing trip. All that I remember doing is getting into the car with it, as we left Apollo Beach. After that, it’s all a blur. I was certain I’d brought it into the house with me, but damn if I could find it. I finally called my bestie Mo and informed her it was missing. Over the course of almost 2 weeks, Mo and our friends from the trip conversed back and forth about my missing camera. They sent text messages and picture messages of me holding the camera, certain that I was the one who had it.
Except, I never found it.
My bestie Mo, ever my champion, became upset. She was absolutely infuriated that it was missing and sought to reassure me that no one in our party had stolen it. I, however, was relaxed about the whole thing. I’ve never been one to accuse anyone of anything. The way I see it, unless you’re going to get a stolen item back, it’s not worth stressing over or causing a ruckus. Just remember the situation and remain vigilant in the future. Didn’t matter…Mo was ticked off for me.
About 2 days in, I told Mo to calm down and to give me a few days to dig through laundry baskets and the like for the camera. About 7 days (and 3 searches that had me tearing up my bedroom and living room) later, I’d given up. The camera was gone. I informed Mo and told her to let it go. She did so, reluctantly.
So explain to me how, the following week during Scandal Thursdays, Mo found my camera. It was all so damn casual. Mo and I were talking and then her expression changed. I’ll never forget her face. One minute she was laughing and smiling, the next, her eyes were popping out of her head and she was looking confused. Finally, she said, “Fool, is that your camera?!”
“Hunh?!” I said looking around in shock. “Where?!”
“Fool. Right there!” Mo replied angrily, pointing at my bicycle.
Yes, you’ve guessed it. My damn camera was inside it’s case, hanging from the seat of my bicycle. A bicycle that I had looked around during every single one of my searches!
I did an awkward chuckle, then I got quiet and hung my head in shame as Mo got up, approached my bike and snatched the camera strap from the seat. “Dawg, what the fuck?!” she said staring at me increduously. “You had the camera the whole time?!” And after looking at me for a few more seconds in disgust, she then burst out laughing.
I won’t tell you how the rest of the night went. The teasing (that I’m STILL enduring) is not worth mentioning. One thing’s for sure though…I took my ass to sleep that night! And now I’m going to make a concentrated effort to keep doing so, because real talk: That shit was mad embarrassing.
MORALE OF THE STORY: I’m an idiot. A sleepy idiot.
LESSON LEARNED: You cannot be on point or think clearly or remember things if you are not getting the proper rest. Especially when you’re almost 30 years old.