Sleep is not my friend. We have a very strained relationship. As a general rule, I never fall asleep; I need to work for it. It has been this way my entire life. As a very young child I stopped taking naps in the afternoon. My parents tried, of course, but they said they could hear my babbling and playing virtually the entire time. I was a good kid, or at least not a destructive one, so my lack of napping was seen as a funny quirk and nothing more.
I’m going to assume this explains everything perfectly.
I remember attending daycare before kindergarten, so I must have been four or five at the time. We had a designated nap time. Everyone would lie down and have a nap. I did it, because I always listen to what I was supposed to do, but I never actually slept. I remember lying on my side, observing the darkened room, watching the caregivers walk around periodically and checking everyone. I rarely if ever fell asleep during this time. Not that I didn’t want to: falling asleep for an hour is far better than lying down quietly and not sleeping for an hour. I just couldn’t do it. Continue reading →
If you had to live without one of the five senses, which would it be? No one would pick sight or hearing. Those are far too important. Touch is interesting. On the one hand, you wouldn’t feel pain, but you also wouldn’t feel pleasure, like the feeling of a warm blanket fresh out of the dryer or the caress of a loved one. You also wouldn’t know when you’ve been seriously hurt. Imagine eating hot soup too quickly, burning your tongue and throat and then you wonder why you can’t talk or breath well. On the whole, you want your sense of touch.
That leaves two senses left, taste and smell. These are the least used and the least important. You can probably live a completely normal life without these. It might be a bland life, but 90% of it would be normal to an outside observer. I’m sure of this, in fact. How do I know? Well, I have lived it. I have very little sense of smell and not much more taste.
‘See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil’ is much catchier than ‘smell no evil’ or ‘taste no evil.’
My martial arts journey started when I was six. At the time, the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles were by far the most popular kids’ cartoon. Everybody wanted to be a turtle. My favourite was Donatello. Michaelangelo was too wild, too into partying, and Raph, though awesome, had a moody side, especially in the first live-action movie, that repelled me. I didn’t like Leo because everyone liked Leo, and I didn’t want to be a sheep.
It also bugged me that Leo had two katanas, since a samurai would have one katana and one wakizashi.
Yes, I remember this in remarkable detail. No, I don’t know most of my family members’ birthday, why do you ask? Continue reading →