I’ve covered some important phrases of our generation on this blog: The Origin of Epic Fail, and a quite thorough investigation into The Like-Legit-Like Sandwich. Both posts are scientifically accurate. They're like, legit, like...
In that spirit, I would like to explore my generation’s doings.
For the first installment of Doings of Our Generation, I’d like to explore one of the most common:
The Tired-Off
Here’s some information we should all know before we go any further: We humans get tired sometimes. This is why sleep exists. However, sometimes our busy schedules cause us to stay up late or wake up early. Occasionally both happen in the same 24 hours. This usually results in a feeling of fatigue.
Can we all agree on that? Good.
We then go to work or school or church or wherever and at some point in the conversation, we yawn and let slip these fateful words. “I’m tired. I only got like five hours of sleep last night.”
But as we’re saying these things, we can see in the eyes of the people around us that we have just awoken something beastly. Something unstoppable once it’s been started. A pandora's box of no-nos. We try to stop ourselves before we say how many hours of sleep we’ve gotten, but we can’t. The toothpaste is out of the tube. We utter the dreaded phrase “like five hours of sleep last night,” and we can see the people around us instinctually readying their mouths to say that which comes so strangely natural to all people...
“That’s nothing. I got only three hours of sleep last night.”
The Tired-Off has begun.
It works the same as any other Something-Off: a Sing-Off, a Pie-Off, a Dance-Off...they’re all escalating competitions where each competitor has to bring something bigger and better than the one before. And thus begins an onslaught of miserable statement after miserabler statement, all revolving around sleep deprivation...
“Whatever. I didn’t even sleep last night. Too busy.”
“I got like five hours of sleep...THIS WEEK.”
Other people join in the conversation. People we don’t even know.
“I’ve been averaging about four hours of sleep a month.”
“Last winter I took one nap and that was it.”
“From November to March I didn’t even blink.”
“Last time I slept, I was eleven years old. And I only got five hours.”
We wish we had never said anything. Not because we feel like a wimp for complaining about our five whole glorious hours of sleep, but because we’re sure that this will never end.
“I slept once when I was a toddler.”
“I was born without eyelids, and my doctor wanted to fix it but my parents decided not to because they knew how much work I’d have to do later in life.”
“My last name is Nuncaduermo, which means ‘I Never Sleep’ in Spanish. My great great great great great grandfather was known for being too busy to sleep, so he acquired that last name. No one in my entire family has slept a wink since.”
“That’s interesting. My last name is Schlafenie, which means the same in German. Same story. Six generations, no sleep. How many hours did you get last night, again, Brian?”
There's only one loser in the Tired-Off, and what's surprising is that he's the one who got the most sleep.
