No.
Try:
- Elvis Presley
- The Beatles
- Michael Jackson
- Nirvana
Oh, and she did not create that song she performed at her Funhouse gig. I do believe you will find that Bohemian Rhapsody was created by Queen, and that someone should force you to sleep in an ice bath that is outside on top of a wind-exposed mountain somewhere on a freezing winter night for being such an ignorant douchebag.
Sunday, August 09, 2009
Sunday, August 02, 2009
The perpetual life cycle
Friday afternoons are a blessing, whilst Monday mornings are the equivalent of starting Groundhog Day with a kick in the testicles from pointy steel-capped boots laced with acid. At least, that's what all those Monday morning and Friday afternoon facebook status updates indicate. Yet even when the long awaited weekend arrives, the back of our minds are always transfixed on why it finishes too quickly. Essentially, life is the perpetual cycle of complaining about how quick it takes for two days to come and go, and then whinging about how slow it takes for the other five to pass by. Most people dream of the opposite, a two day working week followed by a five day weekend bender of chocolate and debauchery.
With the exception of those as socially inept as a 15 year old emo at a school social playing Pussycat Dolls, Brittany Spears, and Pink tracks all night, we go out on weekends and do the stuff we want to do. Watch the football, go out clubbing, play video games, kick out street lights of an entire neighbourhood and steal candy from babies. These are all the things that are exciting to us, and as the most used cliche ever tells us, time flies when you're having fun. In this way, the feeling that Saturdays and Sundays go by too quickly is our own damn fault, in which case we have no reason to bitch about it, or else we'd be bitching about ourselves, and all that does is compromise the very principle behind "bitching" - I am right, you are wrong, so go sit on that pointy fence over there and quietly rotate.
On the other hand, weekdays are not our fault, not unless you get a kick out of smashing your head repeatedly against the brick wall of boredom and repetition. The humble bread-winning day job is a necessity that, when you think about it, makes life five-sevenths shyte! Of course there are jobs that are an exception to this rule such as being Megan Fox's underwear, or being the ruler of the entire world. But even careers that we aspire to take, and the jobs we dream of doing tend to have its novelty fizzle away into a vacuous black hole of tedium. If time flies by when you're having fun, then time .... stagnates when ... um ... when it's boring and repetitive. Yeah I'm sure that's a saying of some sort.
That's where that wish for a longer weekend ends up sucking. Aside from completely melting an entire global economy, one that has been used to the five day working week since monkeys figured out how to use spears instead of bananas to throw at each other, the longer weekend just ends up being the new weekday. Sooner than later, you run out of fun things to do and all that free time ends up boring and repetitive. Eventually, you look forward to going back to work because it's the thing that doesn't consume your life.
Having to slave away for five-sevenths of the week is awesome because it makes the weekend all the more significant and special.
Actually no, screw that, I want a two day working week.
With the exception of those as socially inept as a 15 year old emo at a school social playing Pussycat Dolls, Brittany Spears, and Pink tracks all night, we go out on weekends and do the stuff we want to do. Watch the football, go out clubbing, play video games, kick out street lights of an entire neighbourhood and steal candy from babies. These are all the things that are exciting to us, and as the most used cliche ever tells us, time flies when you're having fun. In this way, the feeling that Saturdays and Sundays go by too quickly is our own damn fault, in which case we have no reason to bitch about it, or else we'd be bitching about ourselves, and all that does is compromise the very principle behind "bitching" - I am right, you are wrong, so go sit on that pointy fence over there and quietly rotate.
On the other hand, weekdays are not our fault, not unless you get a kick out of smashing your head repeatedly against the brick wall of boredom and repetition. The humble bread-winning day job is a necessity that, when you think about it, makes life five-sevenths shyte! Of course there are jobs that are an exception to this rule such as being Megan Fox's underwear, or being the ruler of the entire world. But even careers that we aspire to take, and the jobs we dream of doing tend to have its novelty fizzle away into a vacuous black hole of tedium. If time flies by when you're having fun, then time .... stagnates when ... um ... when it's boring and repetitive. Yeah I'm sure that's a saying of some sort.
That's where that wish for a longer weekend ends up sucking. Aside from completely melting an entire global economy, one that has been used to the five day working week since monkeys figured out how to use spears instead of bananas to throw at each other, the longer weekend just ends up being the new weekday. Sooner than later, you run out of fun things to do and all that free time ends up boring and repetitive. Eventually, you look forward to going back to work because it's the thing that doesn't consume your life.
Having to slave away for five-sevenths of the week is awesome because it makes the weekend all the more significant and special.
Actually no, screw that, I want a two day working week.
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