What happens before 7:30

I'm not a morning person.  Ask my long time roommate who knows not to speak to me in the morning and who, if he hears a "hmmphrmp" come out of my mouth, knows that means "good morning, hope you have a wonderful day, I'm going to drink my coffee now and continue ignoring any living breathing thing except for this damn cat that expects me to feed it and won't stop meowing or touching me until it has food in its bowl."

Yes, I am THAT good of a communicator.  A whole sentence in one non-vowel-ed word.

Today, I had the pleasure of waking up before 7 a.m. so that I could walk to the trolley, get home, dress, pack lunch and coffee, and get to work.  Oddly, I didn't mind the early hour so much.  I believe it was because the city was still asleep.  The only people out were food industry workers slowly opening up coffee shops, or the very few early morning dog walkers.  No morons.  No kids.  No homeless people asking me for change, or idiots asking for directions.  No tourists crossing the streets at the wrong time.  No horns blaring at the terrible city drivers.  No PPA people yelling or getting yelled at.  No music blaring or sirens screaming.

Just me, my music, and relative silence.

And my thoughts.

Which were scarce.  But one completely relevant.  When I was little, I used to wish that I was a boy.  No period, no icky emotions, no dresses, no doubts about sporting abilities, no awkward "you have to wear a bra now" talk and shopping trip...  But now, I'm glad to be a woman, I mean, we are clearly superior.  Right?!

Except that one thing.  Why can men fall back asleep so quickly!?!  Today I woke up at 6:00 am freaking out about where my phone was because I clearly hadn't heard my alarm go off yet.  The bf woke up, goes "are you okay" and immediately falls back asleep when it's clear I'm okay, just being nuts.  And I lay awake for the next hour, barely dosing off.  My mind is running in a million different directions, a main one being "wtf I am so pissed off that I'm awake right now". 

And again when my alarm actually goes off.  Bf just rolls over, keeps sleeping.  After I say goodbye, I wasn't concerned at all that he was lying awake because his stupid girlfriend just woke him the hell up.  Nope, out like a light I'm sure for the next hour.  (Which makes me happy, really.  Just b/c I have to get up early doesn't mean someone else shouldn't be allowed to sleep.)

And this isn't the first man I've known able to do this.  Constantly amazes me.  I wish I could bottle up that ability to just snooze and sell it.  I'd be a millionaire.

And as I proceeded down the trolley steps, SEPTA interrupted my thoughts and ruined the quiet pleasant morning.  But then again, SEPTA pretty much ruins everything.