You have probably heard the statement that “nothing good happens after 2 am” taken from the TV show How I Met Your Mother.
I am personally aware that this is a true statement, but that is a separate and future blog post.
On a positive note, there is something about the late and wee hours that oils the gears of my mind.
Due to some freak of nature, my mind works so much better when it is late.
I have such clarity and logic, and my thoughts flow and for once make sense. Whether I’m fully awake or have had several drinks, I never become verbose or blabbering. So the only chance I get to let my mind run loose and unhaltered is late at night.
I’ll be the first to admit that it is weird, but I’m okay with that.
Sometimes, I’ll just lay in bed memorizing the texture on the ceiling while my mind burns through problems that had been challenging me all day, spitting out solutions effortlessly.
Or I’ll sit at my coffee table and write sans filter. Granted, this is a strictly late-night phenomena, because as soon as I fall asleep and wake the next morning I am back to my bumbling state of mind. The only proof of how well my mind was working is either in the drafts folder of this blog or on some paper that I spontaneously decided to write.
It’s almost as if I have an “on” and “off” switch.
If I think about it, my brilliance only extends to thinking and writing. Talking has never been a strong point for me, so unless I’m with a close friend, I won’t verbalize my mental process. Should I attempt any other activity, I’m not sure how great the results would be.
The other night, it was quite late and I was talking to a friend. It was so cool to find out that she has experienced this same phenomena. We sort of recapped how awesome it is to have these late-night flashes of brilliance.
Of course I wish that it would be more than a late-night special, but I am definitely content with this quirk of mine.