In the morning, I get up at 4, sometimes 4:10-4:25. Basically anytime before 4:30. Why? I like reading. A lot. So I get up really early. Sometimes I shower (I shower once every other day because baths aren't my thing) and sometimes I sit in the living room so the dog will shut up because he's not going out before five. It's not happening.
What I do at 5 is pretty simple.
I convince myself that I will let the dogs out at 5:15. Yeah, no. They go out either after my shower (Jake squeals and screams and I fear I may squeeze him to death if he doesn't shut up) or at 5:20. Not before and not after.
ANYWAY, after that, I do more laziness and stuff (iFunny, YouTube, Quora, and Wattpad) and I do a dangerous activity.
I contemplate.
Now, when I say this I don't mean normal human contemplations, like "Why is there a voice in my head when I read"? No, I'm talking about the ones that, should anyone hear, they would be referring you to a psychiatrist whilst questioning your sanity.
Imma share with you because most of you won't ask me if I've lost it because you can't lose something that you never had.
I came up with a theory.
It is this:
There are two types of people in this world. The ones that would be late to their funeral and the ones that would forget their funeral.
Welcome to my mind before 7 AM everybody!
(As a side note, Musings of a Cricket was written at 5:30 AM because I was inspired by asapSCIENCE)
~Nox
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A Peek In Nox's Brain
RandomThis is every thought that goes through my mind and is possible to write down. Back on my old profile, I had one of these, but it was also deleted. *** ◆◆◆ *** Continue at your own risk. (Started January 4th, 2015)
