next of keen

my strict sleeping habits might mean the death of any romantic pursuit in life.

adult human beings ought to have a personal life after work hours until bedtime. my personal time starts the moment i get home, which is 6pm. and that gives me 3 hours of life before i get to bed at 9pm. so i can get decent sleep until i leave home at 5am, and start my day. as of writing, it's 9am and i've already had 4 waking hours today, whereas most people at this time have only been awake for perhaps an hour or two.

i have a leg up on most people - but that only works well in competition. human relationships aren't a competition, they're a cavalcade of compromises.

unfortunately for me, i am unforgivably uncompromising especially when it comes to my time. i find that getting a good night's rest affects my productivity at the work that i love which in turn contributes to my general sense of satisfaction in life. but i see that someday in my sunset years, work will be less of a source of significance and companionship takes precedence because someone needs to bury me.

maybe i should just outsource it to whoever will find my rotting corpse at home? or whoever will rescue me from the car crash i'll be in?

someone definitely has to do the paperwork.

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