June 24, 2005

The middle of the night

Despite slightly creepy Simply Red connotations (no fear, this blog is not about "sexin it right") there is something a bit strange about the exaggerated import of things that happen at night. For a start, everyone knows that things that happen at night always seem worse. At my most crazy, I have been known to fear that I am going to die of carbon monoxide poisoning while asleep in a friend's living room. Last week, I totally freaked out in a conversation about a murderer who had come to Christ, officially died (he has his death certificate framed), spoke to God, and came back to life. Now, there's definitely a miracle in there, but not much to incite fear… except for the fact that it was 3am. In fact, 3am seems to be a peculiarly important time, spawning at least 2 songs about its significance. The words "It's 3am, I must be lonely" say quite a lot about the way we react to emotional circumstances at night time. Something innate within us exaggerates ordinary emotional impulses, and things often appear more real.

This reality, to me, means that for some reason, I often feel like important things have to happen at night. If I need to talk to someone about something serious or meaningful, I will try to do it at night. Maybe that's because I don't think they'll have anything to run away to at that time, but I think there's more to it than that. Something about nighttime conversations makes them seem more profound—those big conversations about the meaning of life rarely happen during the day. Makes me wonder if it's just psychological or if there are scientific reasons behind it all…

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  1. Prinith

    Enjoyed our deep and meaningful nighttime conversation!! :)

    27 Jun 2005, 00:05

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