I’ve never been officially diagnosed with it, but a doctor acquaintance of mine pointed this out to me, suggestioning that there’s a strong probability that I have delayed sleep phase syndrome (Make some room, CIDP, for DSPS).  All my adult life, I’ve lived about six hours off from the normal world, going to sleep about 4 AM and waking around noon (left to my own devices, I should note — I currently go to bed around 3 AM and wake around 6:45 or 7 AM during the week).   Wives and relatives would insist that I could fix that (and I did notice that there are treatments, by the way), as though it was a conscious decision.  But I’ve always felt at my mental peak around 10 or 11 PM — at least, creatively — so it seemed to me that it was much less in my control than everyone else thought.

And now I know that, like 3 out of every 2000 people, I’m another kind of freak, probably.  But vindication feels good, so I’ll savor that for a while, while the rest of you are dreaming of sugarplums and clowns with big pointy teeth.

Maybe one day, when I’m old and gray (god, I wish I had more gray hair than I do…), and can no longer function on 3-4 hours of sleep a ‘night’, I’ll look into some of those treatments.  For now, though, I’ll keep on, if only to point more people to Wikipedia so I can do my Good Lord You So Wrong dance.

I should patent that, now that I think about it.  Especially since I can’t dance.