Queen of Random-ness

I have reached the following logical conclusion after much deliberation, that all creative people must be slightly kooky. I mean, whenever I write something well, or express myself in a non-factual yet expressive manner, in writing, it is invariably at an odd time of the night. And this odd time of the night also usually correlates/contrasts with my being a complete day person. I don't think straight at nights. Its like a mild intoxicated state that I feel like I am in, whenever it is past 1130PM. Not a trance-like thing, don't be confused, neither am I actually intoxicated or...any such thing. But sleep, or rather the lack of it, does that to me. In an ideal world (that existed between the years 1987-2000 until I reached teenage) I would much rather prefer to wind up all my work by sundown and go to sleep as soon as its 10. Or 830, if its a dark wintery night.

Now let me supply you with some examples of the kooky-ment. (Kookiness you say? Bah! Humbug!). First of all, my sentences become much more flowery. Sprinkled with generous doses of incredibly overused clichés and medieval idiomatic expressions borrowed from the 18th century. (time travel...ooh..maybe some day I should write about that) I start thinking emotionally as well. (shudders! horror of horrors..) Being a student of the natural sciences, who studies things down to the gene level, to explain why some people are happier than others, this kind of an emotional train of thought slightly unnerves me. (My inner voice asks me to tell you this is bull-excrement, slight unnervation is the understatement of the centuries to come) And somehow, such thought is always tucked away into some remote corner of my brain and very unaccessible during the day time, yet comes alive like cinderella's pumpkin carriage every night around the stroke of twelve. Perhaps, if I let my geeky self indulge a bit, you could equate it to the genetic material which is partially packed loosely to make it more accessible to the rest of the cellular machinery, more active so to speak, while the rest is hidden away in a barely accessible manner,and activated only at certain other times, thanks to certain non-trivial signals.

I will take your (abrupt) leave at this point, since my eyes are drooping and self-inflicted torture is really not a very politically correct thing to do. Good luck with trying to understand this post. If you know me in the least, I hope you will appreciate my randomness as always.