There's always something about the past—be it a reflection or a memory—that's a story worth telling. And rightly so, on our blogs, we'll write whatever we feel like. I remember I always had the urge to fall asleep at the worst possible time: during my math lessons with the fiercest teacher in the school. I even had to ask my classmate to pinch me to keep me awake.
I do sometimes feel like some of posts get a little self-indulgent, but then I remind myself that this IS my space, and part of my purpose for writing here is to tell of a life, as I lived it... and who knows, maybe the grandkids will read it some day.
And yes, I totally relate to that sensation of wanting to fall asleep during really important moments. It's a brain chemistry thing...