Sleep Deprivation and It's Effect On Me
Today, should of been like any other day. Like every other weekday before it. But, the difference today was that I was running on about two hours of sleep.
I decided to be especially crazy and not drink any coffee either, and admittedly, when I first got to Armstrong I was really, really fucking tired. I thought I was going to fall asleep during lecture, and I almost did a few times. But the first highlight of the day came when I came to the realization that I had to go to the bathroom.
I exited into the hall and walked toward the men’s bathroom, then I stopped. I stood there in front of the bathroom door and just shrugged. With what seemed like impulse, I kicked the door open, trudged into the bathroom and shouted “I AM… IRONMAN!”, unzipped my pants and walked into a stall and did my business. When I exited, one guy that was using the urinal was in stitches the whole time, and he said, “Dude, I don’t know what the hell that was about, but thanks.” All I could do was shrug, honestly, because I don’t even know why I did it, I was just riding high on impulse at this point.
The next incident came when I was about to leave the lecture for the day when an obnoxious girl in my class started talking to me about my interpretation of Langston Hughes’ work and her own. She was pretty quick to cut me down for my own interpretation, and once again, without even thinking about it, I stated, “You’re a white bread southern chick who I have faint implications may also have mild Tourette’s and/or retardation, and you’re going to criticize what I think about his work? You come in every day and call me Jeffrey, when you know what my fucking name is. You break out into random obnoxious laughter in the middle of class and fuck with your cellphone, I really don’t think your own interpretation is any more sound than mine is. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to dropkick the nearest infant.” She didn’t say anything in response, and I didn’t really stick around to find out the aftermath, but once again, I didn’t really even think it through and just sort of shrugged.
The final event in my sleep deprived spree came when I was walking to my car. I was tossing my hoodie into my car, when I overheard two girls conversing about God knows what, I just remember I selectively chose to hear, “tampons”. Don’t ask me why, but I did. Since I had no judgment at this point, I swung around, threw up the horns and said rather loudly, “Tampons are so effin’ metal!” Then fist pumped and locked my car, walking away. I heard some laughter and some quiet speech, but I didn’t really care to make any of it out.
So yes, today was an interesting day on the account that my brain was saying ‘fuck it’ and letting impulse drive for a while. So the moral of this story is, if you ever want to see me being absolutely obnoxious and random, try to make me pull an all-nighter.
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