There was an episode of How I Met Your Mother where everyone insisted that nothing good ever happens after 2 AM.
Except, naturally, Barney, who insisted that everything good started at 2 AM.
I don’t remember the rest, it was funny, but I think about that a lot.
I actually have a filter on my email account that helps prevent me from sending messages after 10 PM. I have this thing about writing shit that just come out WRONG in the middle of the night. I don’t know why it’s that way, it just IS. So I enabled the filter. Probably saved me a time or two, I dunno.
I don’t have a filter on Twitter, or text messages, or google chat. And I’ve found out that ambien can make me write some very interesting things indeed. Luckily I have some understanding friends.
Where am I going with this? Nowhere, really. It’s only 11:30. I have not had ambien. I’m sorta sober. Just felt like sharing, I suppose.
I know I have many, many weaknesses. I like to think I have some strengths. The trick is figuring out just what the fuck I do have. It’s a work in progress. It’s slow going. I feel like I’m usually on the losing end of things. But what choice do I have but press on?
I had a very complicated relationship last summer that resulted in many 1:30 AM calls and text messages. Most of what was communicated at that time should have been better thought through. Or maybe the relationship was complicated because of the 1:30 AM messages??? Either way, I think the filter is genius.
I’m usually sound asleep before the 10pm news comes on but I’ve had some times in life where a filter would have been a great tool for me.
🙂