Today, in ARA, there is a news story about Sanna Marin, the Finnish prime minister who left politics for having gone, in 2021, to a nightclub despite having been exposed to coronavirus and, above all, for having had fun at a party in her "official residence." A few days ago, also in the newspaper, another prime minister appeared, the one from Japan, with a similar font name, Sanae, and a completely opposite behavior: she made public that she sleeps little. On X she wrote, not long ago, that she had managed to sleep "five complete hours of sleep for the first time in a long time. Since I took office as prime minister, sleeping between one and three hours has been the usual." (allow me this "lo", readers, for the sake of colloquialism.)
You can't go to a nightclub if you might have coronavirus; if you do, it can't be known, and you can't brag about having fun parties because those who go to fun parties don't work as hard the next day due to sleep deficit. But you also can't brag about sleeping little because you work a lot, because the sleep deficit is the same.
There are people who don't sleep and go to Estivill. There are people who don't sleep and wake up very well. There are people who don't sleep and don't go to Estivill and don't wake up well, but, like Sanae, they make you feel guilty. "I got up at five to work," the insomniac tells you. "Since four in the morning I've been preparing tomorrow's lunch," says the friend who invited you. Then, this insomniac who was making croquettes at four, at eleven is a wreck and drags himself around the corners. You got up later than him and by eleven you've already swept, mopped, attended two video conferences, and gone to the gym.
I could be friends with Sanna, who has fun when she shouldn't, but I couldn't be friends with Sanae, who works when she should be having fun. Sleeping, friends, is great fun.
