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How About That
Aug. 27th, 2009 11:30 pmSo. My boyfriend sleepwalks. It took me this long to figure out that's what's been going on here. Cause I'm just that bright.
When you get up after sleeping for an hour or two, do things that don't make any sense, and don't remember them the next day, that's sleepwalking. When someone confronts you whilst doing these strange things and you get freaked out and confused, and still don't remember that anything even happened the next day... sleepwalking. Not crazy. Not high. Sleepwalking.
I understand that most people do strange things in their sleep sometimes. I understand that someone who only sleeps a few hours at a time and at completely random times, works a whole lot, and indulges in chemical indiscretions somewhat frequently is more likely to do strange things in their sleep.
But someone who gets up in the middle of the night, folds laundry, and takes it upstairs and puts it in the crisper drawer of the refrigerator (his house, not mine - I actually do keep my clothes in a refrigerator...) is sleepwalking. Bevan's dad's reaction to finding clothing in the fridge is to take it out and set it on the kitchen table.
Yep. Sleepwalking. I throw my phone across the room. He puts clothes in the refrigerator. I am not the crazy one this time.
When you get up after sleeping for an hour or two, do things that don't make any sense, and don't remember them the next day, that's sleepwalking. When someone confronts you whilst doing these strange things and you get freaked out and confused, and still don't remember that anything even happened the next day... sleepwalking. Not crazy. Not high. Sleepwalking.
I understand that most people do strange things in their sleep sometimes. I understand that someone who only sleeps a few hours at a time and at completely random times, works a whole lot, and indulges in chemical indiscretions somewhat frequently is more likely to do strange things in their sleep.
But someone who gets up in the middle of the night, folds laundry, and takes it upstairs and puts it in the crisper drawer of the refrigerator (his house, not mine - I actually do keep my clothes in a refrigerator...) is sleepwalking. Bevan's dad's reaction to finding clothing in the fridge is to take it out and set it on the kitchen table.
Yep. Sleepwalking. I throw my phone across the room. He puts clothes in the refrigerator. I am not the crazy one this time.
