I’ve finally concluded there’s something suspicious about the human brain. During the day, mine can barely manage basic tasks. Ask me what I ate yesterday, I mostly have no idea. Ask me where I left my charger and I’ll only find it when I get a new one. My brain operates like a lazy intern: shows up late, does the bare minimum, takes long breaks.
But at 3AM?
Suddenly it’s wide awake, doing parkour.
I’ll be trying to sleep, minding my business, and then my brain decides it’s the perfect time to remind me of that one joke I cracked in Form 2 that nobody laughed at. Or that one time I waved back at someone who wasn’t waving at me. Or that random text I sent that was definitely misinterpreted. My brain stores these memories like they’re national treasures.
Every night it’s the same pattern. I lie down, close my eyes, let my thoughts drift… then boom: a full mental documentary titled “Everything Embarrassing You’ve Ever Done, Extended Edition.” With director’s commentary.
And somehow the smallest things become deep mysteries.
Why did I miss that step at Eastgate and pretend it was exercise?
Why did I tell that family friend I was “hanging in there” like I was on life support?
At 3AM, everything feels ten times worse. Suddenly, I’m analysing conversations from weeks ago like I’m preparing evidence for court. I rehearse comebacks I will never use. I plan entire speeches for arguments that don’t exist. Meanwhile, the rest of the world is asleep, dreaming peacefully, probably not thinking about me at all.
And then there’s the overthinking.
My brain will jump from “Did I lock the door?” to “What if I never achieve anything in life?” in under three seconds. That’s Olympic-level mental chaos. I get stuck replaying future problems that don’t even exist yet. By the time I finally drift off, it’s usually minutes before my alarm rings like it’s personally offended.
The worst part is how normal everything feels in the morning. I wake up, stretch, blink at the sunlight, and my brain is suddenly innocent again. Like it didn’t just traumatize me with unnecessary thoughts six hours ago. It just resets, ready to forget my shopping list, birthday reminders, and every useful thing I actually need.
Honestly, I think my brain hates me a little. But I can’t even blame it. Life is loud. Days are fast. Nights are quiet, and that’s when every thought I avoided all day crawls out like it’s been waiting to ambush me.
So if you ever see me yawning like I fought demons all night, it’s definitely because I did.
But hey. At least my 3AM brain gives me content.
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