Time, and Lack of a better word for it.

After casually stressing over the recurring problem that is windows word (this time, just choosing when it wants to be American, and then changing my keyboard to have the quote mark as a ‘@’, mark – this being the personal devastation of the day).  I’ve brought myself aptly onto my next post a day after the previous, a personal best so far. But I fear this might fizzle out if no-one is remotely interested. For example today I was told that my writing was depressing. Christ, thanks mate – I’ll remember that very insightful critique next time I reach for the knife to carve ‘DEATH TO WINDOWS’ across my forehead.

This is the part where I talk about something, and it’s something that clearly effects me since I’m one of members of the “all nighters, go to work the next day” brigade, and it’s something that even though shouldn’t be done – is what I’ve done for the past year, and the most bizarre fact of the matter is, that I’m getting used to it. Sitting on a cold, lonely metro at 7.30am in the morning, half cut and still wearing the same clothes as you wore out the previous night, struck up many important and philosophical questions – one of my most mused is “if the Morning and the night had a fight, who’d win?”

My moneys most definitely on mornings.

Nights may be a touch sleeker and dangerous, but the mornings are definitely the stockier, harder of the two. It’s strange that staying up late is somehow regarded as “cooler” than getting up at the crack of dawn, when it’s the latter that truly separates the men from the boys. Any idiot can stay up till 6am drinking cider and jabber none stop to his friends about things that really shouldn’t be said to anyone, whereas queuing for the metro at 6.30am in the middle of winter requires a level of genuine grit normally reserved for the likes of pit boys in the early 1900’s.

At what point does night turn into morning? I’d say regardless of the sun coming up – the morning only truly starts at the point where you don’t have to apologise to your neighbours for loud music, or your bullhorn accidentally going off in the living room. Sometime around 8.30am, in other words anything earlier than that is just inhumane.
  

I’m not the natural morning person; infact the natural morning person ‘persona’ sickens me. With no solid morning work commitments, my sleeping patterns drift into that of a student, ambling further and further past the horizon until it gets to the point where I’m waking up at 2pm and then hitting the sack at around 6am in the morning, I’ll eventually become fully nocturnal. Like a vampire, but more of a loser and with less capacity for transforming into a bat and flapping about scaring virgins senseless.

Hopefully, having conquered space, technology should start to set about conquering time. It’s all very well office bods’ being able to hold a video conference without leaving their toilet. But there’s still that pesky nagging need to communicate with people in real time, which essentially means being awake at the same moment they are, and in my experience other people have a tendency to get up early and stand around tapping their watches. What I want is some kind of Sky+ system for humans, so I can store up conversations and then play them back at a time that suits me, preferably in the middle of the night. Which would suit me down to the ground.