I vividly remember my friend saying “she gets weird after midnight” when we were preteens and I don’t think I’ve ever grown out of it. 

Come the stroke of midnight, my thoughts get so existential - what am I going to do? What’s my purpose? What do I enjoy doing? How am I going to get there? Am I happy being your average person or do I need to over-achieve? Also my legs really hurt. I happened to have walked 4 times more than my usual pandemic-induced life has ridden me comfortable with so that’s just a thought that hasn’t left my since lunch time. 

Does this happen to anyone else or am I just filled with existential dread all the time?