I can’t sleep. I’ve tried. I’ve even resorted to counting sheep and well, that became too stimulating after about the ninth sheep. I began to picture the sheep, not white and fluffy, but with color and at times with clothing. There was a gangsta rapper with a gold chain and a grill that said, "BAAA" along with a female sheep wearing Jimmy Choo's "Heart Leather" peep toe with it's matching button accessory (which I would give my first born for) and a green with muti-color circle design Hermes scarf around her head (which I almost want more than life itself). I stopped when I became jealous of the sheep and their particular designer clothing.
I’ve tried a warm cup of hot chocolate, but it didn't help. It only made me want another cup, this time with marshmallows. I would go for the glass of warm milk, but I hate milk and I’m a little lactose intolerant, and that would cause a whole set of problems besides sleep.
I’ve tried listening to my “sleep” playlist on my ipod. I turned it down low and soft, but the only thing I have on my “sleep" playlist is Damien Rice, Ryan Adams, Ray LaMontagne, Peter Gabriel, Rhett Miller, Bright Eyes, and Schuyler Fisk. All are amazing and have voices that make me melt like a popsicle on the Fourth of July, but they are all filled with lonely, depressing, heart wrenching, love lyrics. After about the second song I was almost in tears with the realization that not only am I awake, in bed, in the middle of the night, but I’m awake, in bed, in the middle of the night ALONE! It’s a very sad and depressing realization. Not one that I like to think about often. Though, at night, lying in bed is when I think of it most. I keep myself busy and preoccupied during the day, that I really don’t think about it, or at least I push it to the side and to the back of my mind like I do everything else I don’t want to deal with. I find it’s easier to block, to worry about another time. I keep telling myself that I like being single, that being alone is what I want. I don’t want the responsibility of someone else. I like taking care of me. I like knowing I can do what I want, when I want, and with whom I want. I’m only 25, there’s still so much I want to do before I even begin to think of settling down with someone. It’s selfish and self absorbed, but it’s the way I feel. I think. Until at night, like now, or when I see a couple walking down the street, in the park, at the movies, holding hands and then I want it…I want someone. I want the companionship, the friendship, the handholding, the kissing, the looking, the lying next to each other, the conversation, and the safeness. But I don’t want to look for it. I don’t want to date. I hate dating. I hate the whole idea of dating and everything that goes with it. I hate the awkwardness, the time, the pain, the planning, and the effort of it all. Dating to me is a waste of time and energy. I want the fairy tale. I want a guy to come and sweep me off my feet. I want the love at first sight type of thing, though I don’t believe in it. I want to feel instantly comfortable. I don’t want the guessing and doubt. Actually, I don’t know if that’s what I want. I don’t have any freaking clue what I want.
What I want right now is sleep. I want to turn the computer off, the lamp off, get under the covers and snuggle in, close my eyes, and fall asleep. That’s all I want, at lest for now.