…I work all night, and I sleep all day.
Years ago, I was in a Political Science class at Washington State University (go Cougs…meh, I couldn’t even convincingly get that out. I’m not a “rah rah” school spirit kind of gal), and we were discussing things that drove us crazy. I piped up saying I hated bigots. Some smart ass behind me mentioned that hating someone who hates is kind of hypocritical.
Whoops, got me there.
The other night, I woke up to pee, for probably the tenth time, and I was able to see my way to the bathroom by the light of the TV, that was still on at 1 am. Oh yes my friends, oh yes.
Me, the person who prides herself on having a small carbon footprint. Me, the person who constantly hounds Troy to remember to turn off the closet light. Remember this gem?
I spent a good 15 minutes a day reminding all members of my household who happen to possess penises (are multiple penises referred to as peni?) to TURN OFF THE STUPID LIGHT.
And yet, multiple times a week, I sleep with the TV on in the bedroom alllllll night. For you see, Troy is gone a lot, and Jack likes to sleep in bed with me when Troy is gone. And Jack likes the lights on, full blast, all night. He usually sleeps with an (energy-efficient) lamp on in his room all night. When he is in our room, I can’t sleep with the lamp on, and Jack refuses a simple nightlight. We have therefore compromised with the TV.
But I still won’t give up on the fucking closet light. Henceforth, I’m a big fat hypocrite.
And you know what? We all are! So, today, you get the chance to talk about what a huge hypocrite you are. It’s a lovely release, so let ‘er rip!