I often get stood up but I can’t help getting stood up
Being stood up is good for me
Met a few times in the past, but for the last one month, it has frequented me. I don’t like it, but I can’t do anything about it. It visits when it wants to, not when I want it to or need it to. I am not sure if I ever want it except for a few occasions when I may have needed it.
When it strikes me, I have no option but to stop doing what I was doing and read or watch BANGED UP abroad. And after an hour or two of reading or watching, it leaves me as if it had enough of watching and reading, and I go back to doing what I was doing: Sleeping.
The visitor is my long-time friend: Insomnia. It strikes me at night makes me groggy during the day.
I think it lurks on me and waits for the perfect time to strike me. It dares to meet me when I am exhausted and could hardly keep my eyes open, but it laughs, sneers and says, “you can’t sleep. I am here. We need to read or watch Banged up abroad.”
I am left clueless and helpless because I just can’t think through what happened. 10 minutes ago, I was sleepy, but in 10 minutes, my friend squeezed sleep out of every inch of my body. It’s sinister, but once I am 20 minutes into it, I start grudgingly accepting it. Stockholm syndrome.
My friend knows when to leave me; if it stays for too long, it knows I will resent it. After an hour or two of spending time with me, it vanishes. The only trace it leaves behind is the heavy head that I have the next day.
I go to bed every night hoping it doesn’t meet me, but 4 out of 7 days, it meets me. I keep guessing whether we are going to meet today, and sometimes I am stood up, but I enjoy being stood up — I can sleep.






