I like to go to bed early because I love waking up early, but last night I was awakened around midnight and just could not go back to sleep. So here I am been awake since 1a.m. and trying to emulate Stephen King. I have read that Stephen is more creative when he is sleep deprived. In fact, one of his books, the title I could not remember (because I haven't read any of his books) was written and completed in 24 hours. Well, I guess that was also because he inhaled, ingested, injected or whatever it is you do with that stuff that makes you high as a kite.

I could tell I am not achieving any Stephenish effect here, because I can't even think what I should be writing now. Oh. Aaah, yes, well, let's talk about confusion.  About other people's confusion. A friend of mine went back to his wife after several years of being separated. "So how does it go?" I asked him after a month. " I hate living here." His wife loves to play the "helpless, mentally and emotionally challenged" creature, and he buys into it because it makes him feel not useless,  in spite that she treats him like her retarded manservant.  She thrives on parties and social status, while he hates it the same way he hates capitalism.  Because he now lives with her, he has to go to all the parties she goes to, and it's killing him. Or so he says.

"So what are you going to do about it?" "I'm thinking of moving to Panama and become a Panamenian citizen." "Oh really?" "Yes, for 300 thousand dollars I can have a Panamenian passport." I didn't ask why he wanted to give up his US passport, I just assumed that because he's a socialist, Panama would fit him alright. But I did ask why he just can't learn to live in harmony with his wife again. "Being alone has its rewards. I can pass gas anytime, anywhere in the house." The man knows what he wants, he's not confused after all. Which made me assess my own single life. And yes, that reason right there makes it all worth being single.