A Meerkat Rants: Are You Tired? I’m Tired.

I am very tired.

I am very fucking tired.

I am so tired that when I try to go to sleep, I lie awake thinking about how tired I am, rather than sleeping.

So I’ve started taking siestas. Small naps, somewhere between the hours of 1pm and 4pm.  Between that and the 6ish hours I manage at night, I’m holding it together. It’s a workable plan, for the most part, since I can’t do fuckall about 80% of the stresses on my life (I am informed that some plans I have for dealing with some of the stress are technically considered treason, and the other plans are impractical, because we can’t get all the white nationalists to stand still in a small enough group, all at once. Pity, that.)

Anyway. I’ve started taking siestas. It’s working. I mention this to a person I know casually from the neighborhood, as we’re talking casually as one does about how things are going. And she looks at me, very seriously, crone-to-matron, and says “you shouldn’t do that. Just stay awake until you’re tired enough to go to sleep, and if that doesn’t work, take sleeping pills.”


You would’ve been proud of me, o Readers! Keeping in mind that she is an older woman, and we are not at the level of friendship where I could tell her she was being a fucking idiot, I just smiled and thanked her for the advice. And that should have been the end of it.

But no! She then proceeded to tell me that sleeping during the day was wrong, and that was why I was stressed in the first place (apparently, she doesn’t watch the news), and then delved into a number of rather personal assumptions about my life I wouldn’t put up with even from my grandma (sorry, grandma).

At this point, even her dog (our main point of social connection) is looking at me with sympathy, like he knows my pain (he probably does) and is willing to piddle on her shoe if it will allow me to make my escape.

O Readers, I escaped. Mainly by telling her that I had to go take a siesta.

But you know what the worst thing is? After all that, she didn’t even offer me any sleeping pills.


About Laura Anne Gilman

Laura Anne is a recovering editor-turned-novelist, with an Endeavor Award, a Nebula nomination, another Endeavor award nomination and a Washington State Book Award nomination under her belt. Her most recent series is the award-winning "Devil's West" trilogy, starting with SILVER ON THE ROAD, and her same-universe story collection, WEST WINDS' FOOL, AND OTHER STORIES OF THE DEVIL'S WEST. The novella GABRIEL'S ROAD was published by Book View Cafe on April 30th, 2019. Her Patreon, featuring original fiction, writing advice, and original Rants, is at https://www.patreon.com/LAGilman Learn more at www.lauraannegilman.net, where you can sign up for her quarterly newsletter.


A Meerkat Rants: Are You Tired? I’m Tired. — 7 Comments

  1. It has always been a constant amazement to me that people are so likely to judge you by what is going on with them. My all-time favorite, which might give you a chuckle, was when I asked a gal I worked with for some aspirin for my worse-than-usual period cramps. She was getting married soon and had longed for children her whole life, and she told me, who had never-ever had the faintest desire for children, that aspirin probably wouldn’t be enough and that I hurt so much because my body was sad that it wasn’t pregnant. I admit, it wasn’t anything I had ever thought of.

    • Say What?? I don’t think my body ever regretted it wasn’t pregnant. I think it just wanted to get that **** out of my body as fast as possible and didn’t care what got in the way!!

      And now, of course, due to reasons, I am a spayed kitty and my body is VERY happy about that.

  2. I am reminded of Winston Churchill’s practice of taking afternoon naps (and then staying up till 2 AM or thereabouts). If it got him through the stress of running an empire during World War II, it can probably help with many other conditions…

  3. My neuropathy limits my nap-taking ability. After 10-15 minutes my limbs hurt. For some unknown reason, I can sleep all night though, but I need naps.

  4. Oh, and additionally, Lyndon Johnson swore by afternoon naps. He insisted you had to get undressed and into your pajamas and lie down in bed for it to work.

    My mother said that the advantage of getting old was you got to catch up on all the naps you wouldn’t take as a child.

  5. Aren’t there more than a few COUNTRIES that would disagree with your antagonist about the value of naps and siestas?