The Early Bird Gets the Grumpy Ryan

I don't know if I've ever written on this topic, but I do know that it needs to be addressed, even if it is a rerun.

"The early bird gets the worm."
What a dumb saying on multiple levels. I could get into why it is so ridiculous, but I want to get to the point quicker.

I'm a night person. Give me my sleep from 4am-10am and I'm happy. If I need extra sleep I can hit the hay between 1 and 2. I thrive on the night life, both the loud, crazy nights out and the ones where I feel like I'm the only waking soul in the 215. I have the most fun at night, do the best thinking at night, write the best, work out the best, concentrate the best and am in the best mood, all at night. I hate mornings. Please don't talk to me, look at me, don't even think about me in the mornings. My brain is in warm-up mode, whether I had breakfast or not. Sure, coffee helps at first, but I'd rather not have a caffeine crash in the early afternoon after injecting myself with javamazingness. I've learned to pick and choose my spots with coffee so that I can get the most out of it, and appreciate our times together more (See: pajama pants in my last post)So since I'm not slaying D and D drinks at an alarmingly fast rate anymore, I need something to get through my morning. It's called mental solitude.

I post this subject today because upon leaving my (waaaay too) early class this morning I ran into an old high school mate of mine. She apparently is much more of a morning person than myself after further review of our brief convo. I was trying to stay engaged as we went through the normal small-talk routine, but I think she could tell I was zoned out with no hope of my concentration being resuscitated. And she's a great girl, it's not like it was an overwhelming burden making chit-chat with her for 2 minutes...except for the fact I was in morning Ryan mode.

If you see me before the clock strikes 10 and I am surely and miserable, do not take it personally. You could have the best of intentions and be the nicest person to cross paths with, but I will hate you temporarily for acknowledging my existence. Just a good thing to know about me. If I am cheery before 10 and looking like jolly ole Saint Nick on the 25th of December, you can bet there's a reason that such is the case.

I have much more to say on this issue but my mind has only been turned on for an hour and a half, so I'll get back to my day and let you get back to yours.