Like many other college students, I’ve occasionally stayed at the library so long that I’ve fallen asleep on top of my books and notecards.
I’ve “pulled an all-nighter” to finish an assignment or to study for an exam I didn’t properly prepare for.
I’ve gone out to the bars and stayed until close and then stayed up an extra hour after that eating pizza and engaging in drunken shenanigans with my friends.
And then the morning comes.
The alarm goes off at 5:45 a.m. and you groan, desperately trying to quiet the obnoxious noise. You lay in bed for an extra 5 minutes contemplating if going to the gym/work/class is really that important.
Finally you get up. You make a cup of coffee – and then another. You dress in a zombie state of mind and drag yourself to your destination.
Eventually, you perk up little by little and proceed to tell everyone you only got 5 hours of sleep last night.
“I was up studying all night for that exam.” “I woke up so early to workout this morning.” “I stayed late at the office last night to get some extra work done.”
Society values sleepless nights. Staying late at the office is a sign of dedication. Sometimes I respect or envy someone that stayed up late studying for an exam more so than I respect myself for falling asleep at 9 p.m.
Pulling an all nighter is like being accepted into this cool, exclusive club of over-achievers. Staying late at work proves motivation to a boss. Waking up aggressively early proves effective time management. Being the last student to walk out of the library feels like an accomplishment.
Why does sleeplessness signify more respected values than a good night’s sleep? Why do I feel more accomplished the bigger the bags under my eyes grow?