Weirdo that I am I love the drive home on Saturday morning. No traffic. Nobody is awake when I drive home. I have the world all to myself. People who work nights tend to live in a parallel world. Although, I put my brain and body back on days if I have more than a few days off just in order to accomplish things, I work nights by choice.
I don’t play well with others and while I can handle the stimulation and the pace, I don’t respond to the human drama very well, especially at work.
I don’t do drama. I don’t hang out with dramatic people, you know the type who create it if it does not exist. When people start spinning their personal soap operas just for the purpose of self entertainment, I tune out. I know life isn’t an endless harmonic symphony and can’t be expected to be. I get enough death and heartbreak at work, I don’t need artificial doses of it. Movies would be the exception to that.