Body clocks don't come with warranty.
Do they? It’s sad, actually mine is devastated. Worst part, I am proud of it. I am not sure if my dad agrees with my pride and it’s genuinely understandable. It’s because when everyone at 78°01' E wakes up, there is this 64 kilograms of an absolute carefree stuff who is sleeping like a bear. Well that's me. And my father is worried because knowingly or unknowingly, his young lad follows the British time zone. Well that's me, again. Actually there is a reason why am I found sleeping when the rest of the family and other normal people are enjoying their lunch. Yes, there is a reason! I am this highly systematic and organised planner, so if I happen to date Emma Watson tomorrow, at least I won’t be jet-lagged on my date. SEE... I told you how systematic I am! The other real reason is, after 25 days or so, I will be sitting somewhere on a backbench in an Applied Mechanics classroom, with a tangled hairstyle and a tough struggle to start dreaming of that date with Emma. Emma Watson. To make it to that dream easy, I have to practice sleeping now. SEE... I told you how organised I am!
Wake up when you feel like. Most probably, all of you were born naked and without an alarm clock too. So if you can’t idolize the Nuba tribe of Africa and can’t go naked, at least for the sake of being human, everyone should avoid alarm clocks. Plus in this 'sake of human' thing, Salman Khan might fund you too. But I am a self-less person. In spite of not being funded, I manage my own expenditures and selflessly don't use alarm clocks.
There is no fun in reaching classes early and securing a front row. Waking up late has two direct advantages. First, you wake up late. Second, you get a back bench! So be proud of it, because I know you have tried many times to change your habit, or you have been forced to try. Look, there are two ways to get rid of a bad habit. First, be proud of it and make it a good habit. Second, get rid of it! I would suggest the former in this case. There is a delight in sleeping late. 16°Celsius, a cosy blanket and Emma Watson...
What a wonderful world...
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