I’m finding that I’m really enjoying just lying my head back. At my desk, in the car, my reading chair and everywhere else. Sometimes it feels like it has to go back, like it’s teetering on my spine and just ready to fall one way or the other, so I have to choose and I’m choosing back. Sometimes my eyes close.
My grandpa was the sort of man who would fall asleep at a party or in mid-conversation. And now when my head begins to list, I think of him, and of the fact that he was from a generation of people who would never take advantage of a sleeping person with a sharpie.
I’m a terrible sleeper. Up late and light sleep and need to eat cookies at two am and stuff like that. Maybe my grandpa was too, and that’s why he nodded off frequently wherever. I did not know him for long and so don’t know if this was something he did throughout his life. Or was he like me and so now I’m descending into this newfound narcolepsy, and the joy of allowing my head to lie back is just the start of my slippery slide into the ultimate social faux pas. “You fell asleep. Oh, were you bored with us? The conversation didn’t tickle your fancy, so you decided to, rather than fake interest, just go to fuckin’ sleep?”
So if you see me in public and I’m sleeping know that it was a powerful genetic influence that led to that sleeping man, and not too much whiskey or actual narcolepsy.