Boinging

 When I was little I would boing.  That's what we called in boinging.  I would sit on the couch and rock back and forth.  Some couches were better than others.  If they were too hard they were not good for boinging.  If they were too fluffy they were not good for boinging.  There had to be that just right balance of softness but structure.  I did it for as long as I can remember.  I think it gave me strong abs because the family was always talking about how it gave me stomach muscles.  I would mostly do it before going to bed.  It was like I couldn't get to sleep at night unless I got my boinging in.  I would boing for a while and then I would start to feel tired.  Eventually I would decide that I was tired enough and could lay down and sleep.  

I still prefer a rocking chair much better than a non-rocker.  It's that rhythm of the movement, I guess.  

I am curious how it started.  Somehow I had nervous energy to get out.  I imagine that I just didn't like the quiet at night.  I certainly remember feeling much better at night if I could hear activity coming from some other part of the house.  But if I felt like I was the only one awake I would get anxious and have a hard time falling asleep.  

To this day there are nights that it is very difficult to sleep.  It usually has some relationship with Susie and the feeling that I am being neglected by here.  It's some form of injustice like that that I sense and it make it very tough to fall asleep. 

Boinging.  Do I still experience similar emotions that began when I was a kid?  At times it certainly feels that way.