This is me. For me, it’s not about the next day, but exactly about that “nothing can happen” feeling - everyone is finally asleep, no one has any expectations towards me, nobody will be calling me (it’s night, it’s rude to call people at night), nor will they be texting me (they’re normal people, they’re already in beds, sleeping). It’s the only time my body is able to relax a little. It’s the only time I can think about things, without interruptions and the nagging feelings I should be doing something else.
I tried, I tried really hard to give it up, but I can’t. Now, with small kids in the mix, the mornings are not even an option.
This is what “revenge” in “revenge bedtime procrastination” is about. That feeling that it’s the only time that’s actually yours, the only moment of actual autonomy in your life. Everything else is driven by others - working a job, running errands, being there with your loved ones. When it starts feeling like an unending stream of obligations, those few hours late at night are a form of defiance, showing the middle finger to the universe, reclaiming some time for yourself.
I ultimately had to make the tough decision to drop my kids off at the local firehouse. But that was our deal: either college or I’m putting them up for adoption.
Stolen from some time ago from another forum:
This is me. For me, it’s not about the next day, but exactly about that “nothing can happen” feeling - everyone is finally asleep, no one has any expectations towards me, nobody will be calling me (it’s night, it’s rude to call people at night), nor will they be texting me (they’re normal people, they’re already in beds, sleeping). It’s the only time my body is able to relax a little. It’s the only time I can think about things, without interruptions and the nagging feelings I should be doing something else.
I tried, I tried really hard to give it up, but I can’t. Now, with small kids in the mix, the mornings are not even an option.
This is what “revenge” in “revenge bedtime procrastination” is about. That feeling that it’s the only time that’s actually yours, the only moment of actual autonomy in your life. Everything else is driven by others - working a job, running errands, being there with your loved ones. When it starts feeling like an unending stream of obligations, those few hours late at night are a form of defiance, showing the middle finger to the universe, reclaiming some time for yourself.
I ultimately had to make the tough decision to drop my kids off at the local firehouse. But that was our deal: either college or I’m putting them up for adoption.
You have to elaborate on this, please.
College-aged orphans.
Yep. Because when you fall asleep it’s immediately tomorrow and you have to start dealing with life all over again.
I feel you mate. ❤️