I LOVE CLOCK-CHANGE DAY SO MUCH. Well, in the fall. In the Spring I hate it like I hate hell. It’s totally irrational of me, but I spend the entire day giddy, like I’ve been granted this unbelievable gift. Like I’ve pulled one over on the world. On time itself. “Oh, I’ve got a lot to do today, and it’s already 11:30. But it’s not! It’s 10:30! Hahahahaha! Gotcha, Time! What are you gonna do about it? Nothing! That’s what!”
What I can’t seem to get my head around is the involvement of the Spring-forward clock change. That is, when it comes time to move the clocks forward, I feel as though I’ve been swindled in some Faustian bargain. I’m grumpy the entire day – because it’s later than it should be, because it’s going to be hard to go to sleep tonight, because I totally did not see this coming. Ah, Time, you are a crafty negotiator.
So, you say, try to think of Spring Forward as an investment in the Fall Back day. That or just don’t give it much thought. Easier said than done, my cool-headed friends. Easier said than done. I’ve tried. The Time Gods know I’ve tried. But all I can think is about the last Fall change day and that I’m somehow being drained of that goodness. I assume it’s because I was born in July, so the Fall Back came first for me, and I figured, good deal! Extra hour to hang out, watch cartoons, play with Legos.
Little did I know I was just a few months from cruel, cruel disillusionment.
The really dumb part is I mock people for seasonal irrationality. For example, where I live, every year, at the first of September, the weather cools suddenly. Every year. And every year people say, “Uh oh. So much for Summer. Going to be an early winter!” And then, every year, about a week later it heats up again and stays warm until about the beginning of November. Every. Year. When it happens next year, people will worry again.
And I’m oh-so superior and rational because, psh, can’t they seem a basic seasonal pattern? Can’t they recognize that we have late seasons here that follow a pretty consistent rotation? What, (scoff, snort) do they also think the sun is dying because the days are getting shorter?
And yet here I am, every year, ready to make a blood sacrifice in gratitude that the Gods have granted us an extra hour of life on this most holy of Sundays. And come Spring, on a date that is on the calendar and I could look at right now, I will fume and sulk and lament that I’ve been betrayed by a trickster spirit.
But that’s months from now. Now is a time for rejoicing and celebrating a gift that will never, ever be taken away.
- “Stupid Clock” by Oschene. Flickr.
- “Muggy Sunset 2” by Paul+Photos=Moody. Flickr.