It’s odd to find the title of a blog “Morning Drench”. Isn’t it? Could it be the morning rain that drenches the mood of the day and you start finding every reason why you should have just stayed in bed and skipped a day by sleeping a bit longer.
Ha-ha, close enough but this is about the quite lonely introverts/dreamers. Well, Morning Drench is a term I developed to refer to the morning struggle that we introvert/dreamers have every morning and we feel drenched inside by the end even though it doesn’t rain. Just thinking of fact that having to go outside and back to class, makes me want to sleep again.
The day obviously starts with you setting up alarm literally every 5 minutes just to get up from 6.45 am to 7.45 am which is equivalent to 12 alarms. I mean, what on earth is wrong with us. Yes, I agree. We love sleep, to us, its our escape to somewhere favorable but I just don’t understand the logic that we partially get up, jab the alarm and then “Oh, let me go back to sleep and just continue my dream where I was surfing on a pizza on the beaches of Maldives” and fall back to sleep. Our minds keep rebooting in the morning till we come to our sense, and you wake up in this sudden panic around 7.22
That body drag from the bed to the bathroom is like moving through a mushy swamp since your eyes are blurry and you feel kind of out of posture. With that gloomy face feeling a bit sticky due to the aftermath of your sweet sleep, you look at the mirror and think “Oh god, if I go outside looking like this, the teacher would probably ask me my name thinking that I am a new comer.” But the brain sends this shock-wave, “no time to waste” and you garb you phone, put your favorite playlist running and get into that hype mood. How odd is it that we feel life moves faster and your body is in complete motion of activities because the music keeps playing that swirls up my every cell on your body into action!
But being a dreamer ,music can be your drug .We keep listening to our favorite music where we eventually end up fantasizing how you become part of the music video and have like background dances, various cliche moments that you sigh to the love of your life and how cool and famous you are in the situation, like only once the music is done, you are back at the sink staring at the mirror, saying “not again”, wasted my prep time and you jump into the shower but the music is still running. Ever wondered how we end up becoming amazing dancer with those hot moves under the shower but we literally can’t dance at all in outside world. I mean the shower is just our private shower party with music and yourself and you feel like not leaving the shower at all. It’s the only place you can show your hidden karaoke plus dance skills without being judged.
“But obviously, the warning alarm breaks the mood and makes you check back to reality that you are late. That moment of realization is just a total struggle, your body and your mind begin to working independently, like your body is doing the work of getting you changed up, combing your hair, packing your bags and school material and book your way out of this mess you have created whereas your mind is thinking the logic of the situation like as if it were a general board meeting taking an important decision. Okay, I wasted 20 minutes of my life and I might miss the bus, but if I skip breakfast ,I can make it to the station a minute before the early bus arrives and get to class 20 mins before the lecture begins but this means I have no time to clean my room, therefore, causing a dispute with my mom by evening but what if I don’t take the bus and ask my mom to drive me class but will cause a time delay since my mom has to pack the lunchbox for my siblings yet I can meet the needs of both my mom and the practical situation but as a consequences, I wouldn’t have the time in school to recheck my assignments with my colleagues before handing it over and might lose a few good marks and maybe, even a good grade ” This internal debate inside your head is just a lot to bare and you take the alternative without thinking , you walk to school taking the shortcut but you would be late by 5 mins, ha-ha, great .now ,we have to skip breakfast, run away from our problems as always and go on power-saving mode. Why are our morning decision so dumb I wonder?
And then ,you put on headphones, tilt your head downwards facing the walking path and start listening to your playlist all over again that you don’t realize that you are in auto-pilot mode where you are moving forward ignoring the by-passer and back to your fantasy world ,where you get the best grades of the class and your lecturer bragging about how excellent your work is and what kind of outstanding merit you deserve but you come back to reality only when you almost hit a pole or you were in the way of a by-passer or an angry driver inside a car honks at you. You look at the time and realized the bitter fact that when you were in auto-pilot mode that you end up walking slower than your usual pace that a few by-passer were overtaking you because you were busy daydreaming your life. How pathetic can your morning be.
You reach your campus and glance one more time at your wrist to see the time, “10 minutes late”, your heart whispers in comfort, “chill, probably the teacher would be late as well. You still can make it on time”. Walking through the empty corridor where you could hear the echoes of the seminars going on in different lecture halls and you find yourself in this awkward state of walking super-fast so people don’t notice you being late. By the time you find yourself in front of the door of troubles which is your assigned lecture hall closed, you accept the fact you are late.
Well, usually if you are late to a lecture, you quietly enter the class and sit at the back of the class without disturbing the lecture going on and therefore avoid an embarrassing episode to your life. That’s the universal unspoken law for the latecomers.
But you really think life is gonna be kind to you. Well, if you are a dreamer/introvert just be aware that nothing usually goes as expected.
Back to where you are outside the class, you slowly open the door, avoid eye contact with the lecturer and glance at the first person sitting on first row. “OH, it’s the usual first bencher”, you would be relieved to accept that you are in the right class. Just imagine you ended up in the wrong lecture hall with a bunch of random students, trust me, you would feel like locking yourself in the bathroom and camping there for the day due to such an embarrassment.
Now to the truth, firstly, as human being, we are all just lazy and hate moving, therefore, expect that your peers will occupy the side of the class which is closer to the door and secondly, the first two rows of the class would be taken by those studious, determined, hardworking, honest and fruitful mates whereas the last two rows are meant for those prankster, class jokers and gossip stars, the fun kind of people and those who like to make chaos and so, you find to grab your seat somewhere in the middle where the normal people who come to class because its required and just chill till the time runs out to enjoy the rest of the day.
Knowing these conditions, you need to take 180° walk all around the class to find the abandoned seat which is away from the door but slightly centred. Think of making that walk with your classmates staring at you and you could hear their thoughts scream “You Are Late” and you shiver your way to your targeted seat. You sit and discovery this peace, “finally made it”, inside you and you stare at what your peers are doing. Without wasting time, you dash out all the materials you need for the class and come to the bitter fact, you forgot your course-books back home. You sit there in a moment of silence ,staring at the reflection of yourself on the black screen of your laptop feeling drenched, going through these episodes of troubles and you grasp out in despair with a mood less face “could this day get any worse?” and do exactly what you always have been doing right from the start, you zone out.
Pretty much my morning in a nutshell but this is what happens when you don’t control your imagination and thoughts and its natural to experience this but if you always get yourself into trouble because of daydream, don’t be afraid.
“You are not alone.”
Thank you for reading my first ever blog/narrative story. I know this seems different from other blogs, but my motives are to keep you entertained by stepping into the world where we dreamers/introverts deal with basic situation. Feel free to give me feedback and my pro/cons since its my first time in such an exposure towards bloglife and I need all the help I can get
Written by DOCHI