Is Steemit Responsible For My Own Nocturnal Emissions?

I'll tell you a secret. Nobody's reading this anyway, right? Ok. Good. Sometimes I wake up in the night, and I have the urge to...wait a second...looks at post title...wait, no! Get that thought out of your head. That's not where I was going with this at all! Pervs, the lot of you.

Ahem.

Let's change direction. Third person, perhaps, is safer.

You know how sometimes you wake up at 3:00AM? Nothing good ever happens at 3:00AM, right?

You open bleary eyes, pick out the glow of the clock on your bedside, drag your dry tongue across gummy lips, and sigh. What the hell is wrong with your lips? Anyway. Too late. Your mind is already racing. Dammit. You're not going to be slipping off to sleep anytime soon.

For me, my mind starts to review if there's anything I should be worried about. Stuff from the previous day that I didn't finish, stuff from the coming day I should be worried about. Obvious stuff, right? We all do that.

Is that one ass of a client from yesterday still going to be an ass today?

Is the laundry still sitting wet in the washer, or did I toss it in the dryer?

Do I have enough food to feed my cats tomorrow, or will I have to tempt them with corn flakes and lettuce?

Does the car have enough gas, or is the wife going to freak out on the highway when she's running on fumes?

What the hell is that crazy sound in the bathroom right now?

Normal stuff. Then we move past that. Where do we go from there?

Sometimes I think about my wife, who is snoring peacefully beside me. If peaceful was a synonym for a dying cow being slowly dismembered by an underpowered chainsaw. I kid. She's been sick lately.

Sometimes I think about my fantasy sports lineup from the night before, wondering if I've won some pennies or not. Something to check in the morning, anyway. Good enough reason to get up, if the coffee alone is not sufficient.

Sometimes I think about the meaning of life, the purpose of existence, the reason for doing anything.

For a moment.

Then I move on.

I'm 30 minutes into my brain-wide-awake mode, and I've resolved nothing.

Then my mind turns to steemit, steemit.com, steem, and all words related. Ooo, what a rabbit hole of mental activity we've opened up here! What a trove of nuggets for my idle brain to feast upon!

I think about various people on the Discord groups I've interacted with the previous day, unresolved issues, arguments I should have made but didn't, or arguments I made and should not have.

I think about the volatility of cryptocurrency, and how my intangible wallet inflates and deflates like a forge bellows, seemingly of its own volition.

I think about my past posts on steemit.com, and wonder why they haven't earned more money, or why they earned as much as they did, and try to find a pattern of logic amidst a sea of utter illogic.

I think about the posts I'm writing, the fiction stories I've finished or nearly finished, stories being edited by others or awaiting my own edits.

I think about my future posts, and what insightful post topics I might have to entice folks to click and read, upvote and comment, follow and resteem, allowing me to extract virtual coins from their virtual wallets to place into my own.

Hours pass, and my mind has yet to find the boundary fence of this night's thought corral. I spin in bed, just as my mind spins. Cat jumps onto the bed, cat jumps off the bed. Wife gets up to pee, wife goes back to bed. Round and round it goes, where it stops...

zzzzzzzzzzzz.

Title photo by @negativer

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