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Most adults don’t have much of a choice when it comes to being able to stay up all night, even if we want to. There are only so many night jobs that can support a person, and once kids are involved and have to get to school and other activities, well, daytime is just where its at.
I’m not saying that’s the way it has to be, or even the way it should be, but that’s just how our society functions – which means night owls get the short end of the stick.
These people are clinging to their night lifestyle, though, and here are 17 reasons why they don’t want to give it up.
17. The rise of meaningless screeching.
There’s nothing that feels quite as dreadful as the rise of that meaningless screeching, a few hours before sunrise. Noise pollution, light pollution, sound pollution. We take up so. much. space. despite sharing it with thousands of animals and other critters.
At least at night the light pollution, albeit annoying and destructive to the environment, is the least of our worries.
That roar of traffic seems inescapable, like some f**ked up collective tinnitus.
That holy void is the one peaceful break we get in most towns and cities.
16. You can let go of the responsibility.
My sensitivity to outside noises and stimulus go down.
My dogs are asleep, so I no longer need to keep one ear on them.. kid is asleep so I don’t have to really listen out if he needs something. The road is quieter. Delivery drivers don’t come to make the dogs bark. No one besides myself needs anything.
For a few hours I’m only in charge of myself and I’m low maintenance compared to everything else
15. The creative juices start flowing.
The quietness of it, I find I’m a lot more creative and can get more work done during the night because of that
Some video games are more fun if you play them at night.
I’m gonna give Subnautica a try soon, I have been told that is better if you play it at night.
14. Are they born or made?
I have been a night person my whole life. I love the quiet and calm of night. I feel like night people have a different mindset.
I used to be a morning person in middle school and high school. 2nd semester of college came a little over a year ago and messed up my sleep schedule; I pulled 1 all-nighter, but I mostly stayed up till about 2 am doing what I need to do.
My favorite things about the night include (but are not limited to: stargazing, city lights, cricket sounds, relaxing
13. Parents know what they’re doing.
The kids are asleep.
And, for example, I can make myself something to eat and a)not have to make 3 of them b) not have to share any c) not have to listen to any whining or bitching about any aspect of it.
And I can do all of that while listening to my old man 80s rock and reminisce with myself about high school, because for as much as high school itself sucked balls, the music was amazing.
12. Their brains are wired differently.
My prime functioning time is around 10pm-5am. i really enjoy the night sky, and lack of people in places that are typically crowded.
The streets are quiet, the air is still, and i feel so awake. i wish more of the world operated in the night.
I intentionally switched my retail shift from mornings to evenings because the early hours were practically killing me.
Everyone else prefers the morning, but I roll in during the afternoon and clock out deep into the night. Works just fine for me. 🙂
11. We all have our own problems.
All those toxic types i.e: “Life is a gift, let’s all be happy, yay” are asleep.
Everything is silent, there’s no sunlight burning out my eyeballs and I can just be myself: calm and content.
t: I’m a ginger. Sunlight burns.
10. People bad, animals good.
Much fewer people.
Night animals.
No pressure. Nothing being asked or expected of me.
9. Nights inspire poetry.
Nightman, sneaky and mean
Spider inside my dreams, I think I love you
You make me wanna cry
You make me wanna die
I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you, Nightman
8. They might be vampires.
There’s no sun.
Brought some garlic who wants it.
7. Out of the heat.
Things are much quieter, the air is much cooler, and I don’t have to do anything.
I am finally by myself and can do whatever I want.
I pretty much spend the whole day waiting for it to end lol.
6. If this matters to you, it really matters.
Less sensory stimulation. The end.
The moon, cricket sounds, no glare on the TV.
I have social anxiety so I like checking the mail and taking out trash at night because there’s less people, spooky shows are better at night, lots of animals come out.
5. True peace.
True peace, ya know.
Not being interrupted because someone wants something or there is some task needing to be done.
4. Navel gazing abounds.
Sometimes I can just chill with no one there to bother me.
I end up feeling like one of those lofi characters. It makes me feel whole in a strange way. It’s just the right temperature, the shining moon barely illuminating the beautiful view of my surrounding area, my pets contentedly sleeping while I do something like play a relaxing game, read, sketch, watch a nice show, or just generally chill.
And then of course, there is the feeling of being perfectly content. Around this time I consider everything I have and how lucky I am to have everything I do and try to remember not to take anything for granted and savor every moment. Then, I fall into sleep.
3. Do whatever you want.
During the early morning I mean 2 AM to 4 AM nobody expects you to do anything other than sleep.
The normal thing is that if you have something to do it is done during the day so the early morning is completely yours To do whatever you want
But If you want something a little more romantic: in my case i live in a big city, quite noisy but a little over a year ago I started renting this house with a balcony, from which you can see a large part of the city, and a few months ago I realized that sometimes around 3 in the morning the city goes completely silent for a few minutes no cars, dogs, cats, people or any type of sound other than that of the wind.
And it is beautiful.
2. A holy time.
The night is sacred, the universe allows us a small look into the holy void, the moon who mercifully slowed our planet’s rotation continues her vigil over us.
The deep things of the night sing their songs while the meaningless screeching of a pointless society halts if only for a few hours…
What’s not to like?
1. You’ve gotta appreciate this.
It makes me feel sneaky, like a bandit, or an old-timey outlaw on the lam… it adds a cinematic element to mischievous tip-toing abouts, even if there’s no one else in my domicile to disturb with my witching hour antics.
If I’m up particularly late (as is the case tonight), I particularly enjoy working on art in my studio, low music humming, objects lightly rustling as my little fingers explore my many glass jars and wooden boxes filled with my myriad precious objects–bones, scraps of metal, wood, and other natural or man-made debris that I acquire throughout the day, squirreled away like pilfered goods in my pockets to be emptied and catalogued for future use.
In punctuating the silence, these sounds, otherwise gone unnoticed amidst the chaos of day, remind me that I am a living being, that my movements have an impact. This reminder feels important, although I’m sure I can properly articulate why. So, I listen.
My brain is always chit chit chattering to itself throughout the day. Maybe it’s the ADHD, maybe I’m just too curious for a world as large and with as much access to information as this particular chapter in history provides, and all of this stimulus and movement and all of the bright sounds–the blaring of horns, the mosaic of overlapping conversations outside my window, bottles and cans hitting pavement, tires brrring as they stop at the intersection–keep me from holding a thought long enough to make it meaningful.
At night, I follow a singular sound–the staccato thud of my beating heart, my steady breath, the sussurus of the wind as it winds its way between the buildings, gently passed through by distant cars, cascading downwards and bounding upwards, touching without touching every object and living thing, including the acquaintance of my windows.
It’s almost as though, at night, the world becomes more considerate–all things are made soft. The light dimmed, noises hushed, activity muted. I like it here, where it is steady, and gentle, and my thoughts collect either to meander, winding as they please into quiet contemplation, or to find their centre, where I can sit down and process a task at length without interruption. When the world goes to sleep, it also opens. To nocturnal animals. To surreptitious meetings. To solitary walks. To meditation. To mischief. To both liberation and dedication of thought. And the beat beats. And beats. And beats. And beats. Steady, and gentle, into the morning.
This makes me want to sit out my deck in the dark and just soak in the sounds and smells, y’all.
If you’re a night owl yourself, share with us your favorite thing about it in the comments!
