Ugh. I suppose I’ve never mentioned my hatred for Daylight Saving(s) Time. I mean, why would I? It’s not like it occurs everyday. It isn’t like my neighbor’s dog in that it feels the need to do its business in my yard daily.
You see, the problem is that every spring Daylight Savings Time comes to shit on me. I don’t mind it so much in the Fall. Then, I gain an hour which for some odd reason makes me feel like I am pulling one over on the man, making the me to the man ratio 1:0. Until the Spring, when the man feels the need take that hour back. Me 0 The Man 1.
How rude.
I know it’s just one measly hour. But I swear, it throws my life off for about two weeks.
The underlying problem is the fact that the hour is generally stolen while I am sleeping. How dare the man rob me of one hour of sleep! I normally get up around 5:30 a.m. or 6:00 a.m. Now, due to Daylight Savings Time, my body will be getting up at 4:30 or 5, while my mind wakes at the new time.
(I will not even discuss the fact that an hour of my weekend is being robbed.)
I will be a slug Monday. I’m not sure why, but I just have a hard time internalizing all of this.
The only person who hates this more than I do is Adam. Mostly because he has to listen to me go off about it.
My reasoning here is that theft of time is pretty significant. Even if it’s just a sleeping hour, even I’m gaining it back, it still drives me nuts.
At 2 a.m., we are getting robbed. It doesn’t matter that I’m getting the hour back in the fall, just like if someone robbed your toaster it wouldn’t matter if you got it back in the fall. You were still a victim of theft.
What about you guys? Do you hate Daylight Savings Time or am I just a nut? (Note: If the diagnosis is that I’m just a nut, leave it as a pleasant smiley face. You know, for my feelings and all. )
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