Looking forward to some anticipation
ASL. That also stands for Age/Sex/Location. That’s the power of Abyss science working for you.
When the movie Office Space said, “Looks like someone has a case of the Mondays,” they almost had it right. I happen to have a case of the “weekdays.” Sadly, there is no known cure. The weekdays are always fatal.
Weekends do have a few things in their favor. You don’t have to go to work and you don’t have to deal with that puss-filled pimple of a boss. For a while.
But what else they got?
Sure, I look forward to weekends just like most everyone else. But Friday is the worst weekday of the week, notwithstanding Rebecca Black, of course. (You can see my Friday-is-the-worst-day-of-the-week logic here.)
You see, I’ve known something about Fridays for a long, long time. I was in the science lab (back when I was a much younger whore) when I put it all together. And I’m willing to share my findings with you. Shhhhhh!
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Here is what my time in the lab proved*:
Tom’s Law #42
Unless death is somehow involved, every Friday is always followed by another Monday.
* I say “proved” but my results have not been subjected to peer review. We couldn’t find anyone sadly pathetic enough to perform the work.
One moment it’s Friday 5:05 pm and you stop to capture the moment. You take a swig from the flask of vodka under the driver’s seat. You just jumped in your rig, put in the key and are about to embark on the magical journey known as Friday night. Or, as I like to call it, “The Holy Time.” You try to freeze that moment in time so it will last forever, but try as you might, you cannot. Your eyes blink a couple of times, you shake your head, and suddenly, you find yourself in the same spot, only it’s Monday morning and the weekend in already over and the boss awaits.
“Oh my God,” you say to yourself. “How did that happen?” And, unlike Friday evening, time on Monday mornings slows down to such a point that a dead snail going backwards moves along faster. M equals Monday, M equals Molasses.
So yeah, some studies just came out, but they only prove what I already knew. Don’t worry, I’m here to help spread the good news. Read on to be cheered. What you don’t know could kill you.
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Anticipation
My explorations of space and time continue.
I remember when I was younger. Time moved slower. If there was some future date I was looking forward to, like Christmas, it took an agonizingly long time to arrive. It took forever.
As an adult, I’m learning it works just a wee bit differently.
I seldom look forward to anything. I did recently, though, when it came to our camping trip. And, of course, any day where I don’t have to work. A work week with only four days is so different than a regular work week it almost blows my mind. Those are about the only things I look forward to as an adult. Days away from the pain. A rare added bonus is days that will actually be fun. Like camping. Or a weekend stay at the Bed & Breakfast where we got married. Those are days I can look forward to.
You may find that having is not so pleasing a thing after all as wanting. It is not logical but it is often true.
–Spock
So there are times I may actually look forward to something. And that’s where time comes in. Blink. I’m back at work and the thing I was looking forward to is now just a memory.
WFT? How in the hell did that happen? It was a month away and now all of the sudden it’s already over?
When it was younger, because it took so long, there was an actually sense of anticipation. I realized recently that anticipation is history because anything I look forward to arrives in the blink of any eye. It’s over and a distant memory long before there was any chance of actual anticipation.
Time sure ain’t what it used to be.
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