Some people sleep because they have to. They are fond of saying, “I’ll sleep when I’m dead.” Others want to sleep, but can’t. Those folks are called insomniacs, and they tend to be cranky. A few people fall asleep at the most inopportune times whether they want to or not. Those people are narcoleptics. I, on the other hand, may be a one-of-a-kind, unique kind of sleeper.
For me, sleeping is more than a necessity. Some have accused me of making it a hobby. I do not agree with those people. Hobby indicates an amateur status. I surpassed that ranking a long time ago. At this point, I would consider myself a professional sleeper. In fact, I lay claim to having elevated sleeping to an art form. From a catnap to a siesta, I embrace all forms of sleeping, and I excel at all of them.
Ask anyone who knows me. They’ll all agree with my personal assessment.
Some will argue that too much sleep is counterproductive and bad for a person’s health. To those people, I demand to know, what is too much sleep? How many hours is too much? Does that number apply to everyone or just some?
I can only speak for myself, but I need more than eight hours to recharge my batteries. During sleep, I’m processing all the information I’ve gathered during the day. Even with my eyes closed, I’m working. As I sleep, my mind is sorting out problems and all the unanswered questions of the day.
John Steinbeck once said, “It is a common experience that a problem difficult at night is resolved in the morning after the committee of sleep has worked on it.” I agree. When I do wake after nine or ten or eleven hours, I’m revitalized and do so much more during my waking hours than I could have done with only eight hours of sleep. I’m alert, focused and happy.
Another facet of sleeping is that when asleep, a person can be whoever he or she wants, go wherever they want, and suffer no pain. Arthritis doesn’t hurt and back pain eases, all through simple natural sleep without the aid of addictive painkillers.
As Shakespeare says, “We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.”
Who am I to dispute Shakespeare?