In this prompt, with regards to whom i become at midnight. I, for one, believe that we are different at midnight than we are during the day. You cannot stay the same after a stressful day. At midnight, I wont actually say i actually become someone else, like a crime fighting vigilante at night. For me, i dont, I remain the same person, with the same thoughts, the the same responsibilities lingering in the background, but something subtle changes id say, and that is that I become bolder, and my mind becomes far less hesitant.
During the day, i feel like there is a filter. Ideas come out more freely, less concerned with perfection, more willing to exist in raw form first and refinement later. The night sort of puts a deadline for me and their is urgency in my work or whatever im doing, i am more concentrated because i know that i still have to sleep, so the earlier i get done what i have to during the night, the better because my reward will be sleeping earlier and the more im unable to finish the more extended my midnight is.
That’s why so much of my writing on platforms like this and work drafts, even simple work-related texts ends up being done late at night. It used to be accidental but not anymore. It’s a pattern I’ve learned from experience. The results ive come to realise are often better. There’s a clarity that shows up when the world is quiet enough that I can finally hear my own thoughts without nobody calling me or distracting me.
So I lean into it. I make coffee, settle in, and shift into that familiar night rhythm, typing slowly at first, then faster as ideas begin to align. Midnight doesn’t drain me it gives me focus and sometimes, like today, it’s not even just writing for public spaces. There are even som personal messages, slightly risky drafts, things I would overthink too much if I touched them earlier in the day, but at night, I don’t overthink in the same way. I just write what needs to be written, then step back and let it exist, i sleep on it.
There’s a kind of trust I’ve built with this version of myself, the midnight one. I trust him to take some decisions that dont need to be drowned with overthinking or things like that.So no, I don’t become someone else at midnight. I just become more willing to be myself without hesitation.
