sleep

if you do the math, humans spend a third of their lives sleeping. with the hundred billion people that have been on this planet, a third may have just not even lived in terms of productivity if the rest were able to function constantly with no rest. ive kept this thought for a while, which is why i try my best to function past exhaustion. sometimes i dont of course, but its situational. "ive been doing meth like a soldier," taking stimulants to maintain awareness as well. but i love sleep, i can sleep with no breaks in between. its a vice of mine, sleeping like theres no end sometimes. though what am i at the end of all that then? ive been functionally dead for the countless hours ive spent unconscious. although, i do enjoy that i can talk about my dreams to someone now, theyve always been interesting to me but the topic wasnt as stressed as it is like now before. because of this, i think i dream more. i look forward to dreaming as its an avenue to cultivate discussion in a way, so its a sort of middle ground for the unproductive time i spend sleeping. its funny that i have self assuredness in whatever situation im in, to the point where i can sleep anywhere, in/on anything, filthy or pristine. ive dozed off and slept on random peoples shoulders, ive slept on benches, the ground, right after puking, in jeans and shoes on at home, and im confident to say that i look peaceful throughout. i dont snore luckily, but i do groan, something i couldve guessed. i believe im very flexible in sleep which is why i can sleep anywhere. i think if there was imminent danger id still be able to sleep. after all, i can just get up and ready at a moments notice.