It's no wonder it came as quite a shock to me to find out I am actually a morning person.
Let me take a moment to clarify that statement: I love going out with my friends to the latest hip club of the city and
It took me quite sometime to finally come out to myself as a morning person. As a kid, I never had any trouble falling asleep at restaurant tables when my parents took me out to dinner or waking up early to go to school. Back then, the real trouble lied in going to slumber parties and staying up all night. Boy, did I have to make an effort not to fall asleep at 2 am (and, to be perfectly honest, I still do sometimes). In high school, when I really started to study for exams, there was another sign: I could only pull an all-nighter if I slept and then woke up really early to study — say, 3 am.
What made me truly realise I am a morning person, though, was Sunday mornings. Once I got in college and started reading the newspaper everyday, I decided to try and wake up a little earlier on Sundays in order to read the ginormous O Globo's Sunday edition, along with the online version of The New York Times while watching the F1 Grand Prix on the television.
Gradually, this little ritual managed to lengthen what seemed to me like the shortest day of the week, allowing this narcissist girl to spend some quality time with herself, finally admitting to the world her condition as a morning person.
A morning person who needs her coffee, mind. I'm only human.
- Seashell Radio:Sunday Morning, by Maroon 5.
- the right to be unhappy:coffee-hyper
- Room 101:Mulholland Drive, City of God.