Knowledge Of Me Part Three

Restless Sleeping

I don't know at want point in my life I made that switch, but as of today, I'm an night worker. I tend to fight back sleep even when it comes until I've crossed a certain time. Before I developed whatever this is, I used to sleep as early as 8:00PM, but nowadays, no matter how tired I am or even if I'm sick, I won't sleep until it's at least past 12:00 midnight, and there are days I don't even sleep at all, say the past two days. As such, when I do finally fall asleep, I'm darn too weak or too tired to be restless. Once my eyes are closed, there's hardly anything that can disturb my sleep, even a rowdy commotion or music burst won't be able to wake me. I sleep well.

A Romantic

Ah, this one's got me. I'm quite terrible at things that demands an expression of how I feel, of my feelings and emotions, except anger. Just like any other human being, I do get the romantic feeling, but I fail woefully when I express it. When I do manage to express it, I try to downplay the romantic-ness, so the other party doesn't get all mushy on me.. So, am I a romantic? No, I'm not... At best I'm a really disappointing one.

Missing Someone

At the moment, I'm not missing anyone as I'm surrounded by the people I love right now. They are all here, all my family and friends.

Childhood Memory

Growing up, I was a core introvert and as such, I rarely went out to other kids when they were playing. My mum would try to encourage me to go out and play, she just didn't get this kid. So, there was this one time I obliged her and joined the kids. It didn't end well as someone took a beating. You know, people who are reserved and quiet are always considered weak, and that was how that other kid must have seen me. I don't remember exactly what the issue was now, but he came at me, and I gave him a good clean beating. If it was mortal kombat, it would be a flawless victory.

Later, the adults called us to ask what happened. It got interesting here. As I was making my case, I was crying profusely, do much that you'll think I was the one who lost. Even till date, I still have traces of that habit of almost crying when making my case after a conflict. It's something something I'll never forget as it's the first of two times I ever fought with someone.

Strangest Thing Eaten

I'm actually a man of habit, so I really don't do strange. It's the same set of food that I had growing up, that I'm still having now. So, no strange thing per se. But then, there's this one time I ate something called Tuwo Shikafa. It's an Hausa/Fulani delicacy, and after that time, I never tried it again.

Diary/Journal

I've always thought about getting one, but like a lot of other things in my life, I kept procrastinating and never actually got it. So no, I don't keep a diary, even though I'll love to.

Pen/Pencil

It's the pen for me, all the way.

Cereal

Whether crunchy or soggy, I don't do cereals

Reading

Growing up then, as an introvert, there's always a lot of time on your hands that you have to somehow fill with activities that suit your introvert-ness. That particular activity for me, was reading, and that choice was easy because I was always an intelligent child, or maybe that choice made me an intelligent child. I guess it's a 'chicken and egg, which one came first' situation. If you had asked me this question then, I would have answered, no,I don't like books, I love and I'm addicted to books. But as you grow up and responsibilities begins to mount up, you begin to have less and less time, and soon enough you find that you're doing things you need to do, rather than things you want to do. Soon enough, you'll forget entire hobbies and likes, and that's how it has been with my me reading..

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