Triphasic Sleep: Day 3

This is part three of my Triphasic sleep experiment. Please visit this page for more info.

It’s harder and harder to tell time apart now since I spend most of my time awake. It reminds me of writing a journal entry in between planes in the middle of some country that I’ve forgotten. I remember feeling the same “blah” whilst interpreting everything through a veil. As if I am an impostor in John Malkovich’s mind. Well… am I?

My diplomatic tact and temper have all gone awry and I have lost all my patience with people who crosses the boundaries. Instead of slowly easing the conversations back to the main track, I chose to be confrontational. I think I really like it this way. Especially since I am so used to logical arguments, I am really satisfied with the retorts I’ve come up with. The hint of anger and nuisance in my tone adds the spice needed to make the whole thing fun for me.

“I finally finished cleaning my room and oh… guess what? I still have the kitchen and living room to clean. And Peter just leaves in the middle of the day and didn’t bother to help.”

“First of all, I’ve been cooking for Christmas dinner for the past 2 days and secondly, I had prior engagement that day which was scheduled before this. Besides, there’s nothing in the kitchen that’s mine.”

“I am pregnant and sick and you just left a statement like that as if it’s some kind of revenge.”

“If you didn’t like it, why don’t you just leave it as it is? I don’t mind.”

“But it’s Christmas and I wanted it to be special.”

“Well, then we can all establish a cleaning schedule. I have no objection against that. I stopped because I don’t like to be the one pulling all the weight. Excuse me, Jeannie pulling all the weight. But when one person doesn’t do anything. I get discouraged and stops, which is why I removed all my presence from the kitchen and just leave it to you two.”

“You are being defensive.”

“Well you are being aggressive. Have you seen how clean the bathroom is?”

“OH yeah, did you see what he mean by clean Jeannie? There was a big chunk of dust on the floor, some dirt on the edges of the bathtub and the sink stinks. Men don’t know how to clean.”

“Fine, I don’t know how to clean, but at least I cleaned it.”

“I am just trying to teach you how to clean Peter.”

“I have two eyes, I know they are dirty, not sure about the stinking sink though. I didn’t smell it, all I could smell was the scent of the soap i used to make that dirty toilet shine. Given the time constraint, I had to leave it like that to prepare dinner. You know, if you do it once and show me, then I will follow suit?”

“Why are you like that all of a sudden? Telling me to do it and do it all the time?”

“Because I evaluate a person by what they do and not by what they talk about. You can brag about how you can clean so much better, but since you’ve never cleaned the bathroom before, it means nothing.”

Now that I’ve written it down, the bullshit is more apparent. A strategy I’ve noticed other people uses. By making you feel guilty in order to control you and making you admit you are wrong, thus twisting the logic. So sneaky, but what’s more important for me is the fact that I am able to see through the crap and respond accordingly. I am amazed at how good she is at making me feel bad. At playing the ” I am a fragile girl” routine. That feeling did sneak it at one point during the conversation, but I was too phased out by my lack of sleep to notice it.

Other than that. I got Guitar Hero II as a Christmas present and has been playing the whole night to keep myself awake. It was awesome.