This isn’t the weird thought from last night, but an old weird thought, but since I’ve only just started this blog I have a whole bank of weird thoughts to draw upon, and this is one of them.
It has always amused me, amazed me even, that out of many of the couples I know (and at my age, I know a lot), one of the members appears to be a ‘morning’ person who leaps out of bed at the dawn chorus full of ideas and plans and questions and the other is a ‘night’ person who can just about manage a grunt before 8.30am. At the other end of the day, the ‘morning’ person (i.e. me) struggles to see the end of a film on a Friday night with their eyes fully open yet the ‘night’ person could quite happily potter about on the Internet until 1am. Yet they get on. Yet it works. Why is that?
Is Homer a night person? I think so. Marge is a morning person.
I need to meet a couple that consists of two morning people or two night people to disprove my theory that morning people partner with night people EVERY TIME. Would they both leap out of bed at 7am ready for a run around the block? Would they be sat side by side after midnight searching for holiday destinations (or in their younger years dance side by side like nobody is watching until 3am)? Would they eventually become one?
Dr J. Evans Pritchard would have been proud of this graph
I’ve also wondered, while sat on the toilet, does this theory also apply to friendships? I am inclined to think so. My best friend from my school days was a night person. It was always her who persuaded me to go out at 9pm and dance until 3am. I’d get up early the next day, find a nice quiet spot to read my book until hunger took over. Then I’d have to raid her fridge while she slept on.
At least half of the people here are wishing they were snuggled up in bed with their books
Most of my close friends now seem to be night people. I can sit and talk to morning people, and sympathise with their gripes about living with someone who can’t decide what they want to eat for lunch before 12am, but we’ll never be soul mates. Night people seem to be more relaxed about life, they seem to ooze a different sort of energy than morning people. They don’t worry about deadlines, they don’t get anxious, but they persuade me to do adventurous things just when I am settling down to read my book and have a cup of herbal tea.
I’ve spent a lot of my life wishing I was more of a night person. They seem to have more fun than morning people. During my student years I was almost able to be an honorary night person for a while but however hard I have tried to fight it, I’ll always be a morning person to my core. These days I only see midnight once a year, and then grudgingly because it is deemed rude to go to bed before midnight on New Year’s Eve.
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