Oh Yeah, We're Good with Change

I don't get my fellow U.S. citizens. Everything during this election year is yelling: "We want change!" and then here we are, our lives turned completely upside down this weekend when we turned the clocks ahead one hour... Sixty measly minutes. It will take some of us weeks to recover. We'll be in a state of utter mental and emotional turmoil. And, therefore, we won't stop kvetching about the disruption to our lives to anyone who will listen and feel (or at least feign that they feel) our pain. This could go on clear until Fall when we change the clocks back... when the uproar will start all over counter clockwise.

"I'm so tired. Now I'll be groggy all week."

"I always take this week off from work. I just feel so out of it."

"I always get screwed up. Is it six o'clock or seven o'clock? Is it fall forward and spring back or fall back and spring board? Wait. Did I just get that from that article on the Olympics?"

"It's so dark when I get up now. It's like I'm brushing my teeth in the middle of the night."

"I'm so rattled. I try to live in the moment, but now I don't know which moment this is: A moment before seven o'clock or a moment before eight o'clock."

"Now I can't call my sister in Arizona. They don't change their clocks. Is she two hours behind us or three hours? She'll kill me if I call her during one of her shows."

"So are we on EST now or EDT?"

On top of the emotional angst of the whole "clock changing" idea, people also get overwhelmed about the literal "clock changing" chore.

"I never remember how to change the clock in the car. Great. Now I have to get the manual out of the glove compartment."

Like it's such a big inconvenience:

"It wouldn't be so bad if I didn't have nine clocks! I have one on my phone, and one on the cable box, and one on the computer, and one on the tablet, and one on the laptop, and one on my security system, and one by the bed, and one on the stove and one in the car... Of course the first six change themselves automatically..."

There is definitely a bright side to all this madness: That Monday after we change the clocks in March is the one-day pass for every single person living or working in a participating location to be late to work and school. "Sorry, I'm late." (All together now) "I forgot to change my clock."

I look at it as a rite of Spring: The early stages of slack-offishness which typically accompany the blooming flowers, romance, and warmer weather.

Of course people still try to stretch Monday's "clock changing" excuse use straight through Thursday:

"I overslept. My body hasn't caught up yet to the time change." Or:

"I forgot to change my alarm" which of course makes no sense whatsoever.

I had a roommate years ago who was a flight attendant. (The ideal roommate if you have to have one.) Not only did she fly through different time zones all day every day, but when her mother got sick, she commuted back and forth for months between New York and Austria.

So, keeping my old roommate Herta in mind, all I can say about daylight savings is: It's one, single, solitary, lousy hour. Now that we've all physically changed our clocks, what do you say we just look at the time, accept it as the truth, and move on with our lives?Microblog_Mondays