Insomnia

I have been having sleepless nights for over a week. Ugh. This is bad, considering the sloth that I am, never really having difficultiies falling into a deep snooze. All the known remedies that used to work such as reading my long, boring papers, wine and tiring myself out with sports don't seem to work now. I feel tired, but I can't sleep. Why?

Yesterday afternoon, Andy came down to my new place to whack some balls with me. In the midst of playing, the sun disappeared and dark clouds gathered. Before we knew it, we were playing in a drizzle. We were perservering as the drizzle started to strengthen. Then, thunder boom from afar. We're defying the weather, he said.

Suddenly, the lightning struck nearer.

So, we stopped and ran to the nearby stairways. Dejavu.

I think you are jinxed, Andy said. "I have played lots of afternoons in Singapore and this is the first time it rains!" I disagreed. The last time I remembered playing in the afternoon, it started to pour as well. In fact, we played till it poured rains and dogs, till the balls were so soaked they couldn't even bounce properly. Why is the memory so vivid, I wonder?

Perhaps sometimes, when events occur smoothly, we take it for granted. Times of adversity do seem more salient. I might have played in afternoons when it was sunny and bright, but it just seem like the norm, the default, and thus less engaging cognitively. Nevertheless, I did had fun in the rain, so perhaps it was an alternative conjecture.