Like WTF?

It's two O' clock. I do not know if it's morning or night but that simply...it's two O' clock. Nobody decides when my day begins. 'Day' does not begin at 12 in the darkness. It begins when the sun shows its dusty face at 6 hours after 12 in the darkness. Day is assumed to begin at 12 in the night because science wants it to. Yeah, yeah the earth rotates and the hemispheres and stuff get sun(or not) and all that, but do you realise that a minor change in how we perceive something as trivial and basic as day can simplify our entire lives? If day began at, say 6 in the morning, we would not be sleeping through the first quarter of the day, we'd be sleeping through the final quarter....and c'mon a day is tiring.We'd actually have earned our rest! If you wanna party late into the night, it's justified. "Hey, my day is done, I need to get the stress off of my shoulders! So shut the fuck up and pass me that beer!" Work would begin 2 hours into the day and would be over while you still have almost half the day left for yourself! I don't know why everything has to be so complicated. To be quite frank, I don't even know why the first day of the week is Sunday. I mean, who the fuck wants to spend the rest of the week working when you just spent the first day in your bed with a hangover? If Sunday were the last day of the week, however, the term weekend would actually make sense!

I don't know, mayeb I'm drunk. Woot! I just spelt it mayeb. I'm not gonna change it. But seriously, this box of OJ is beginning to scare me. I think it's got a kick because it's way past its expiry date. How the fuck doesn't it get over? Man, I've already pissed like three times after I started drinking it. And don't get me wrong, I'm very superstitious about my piss. If you piss three times and if it's a different colour each time, you're drunk! See, we men(or maybe just I) have to live with one more superstition than you women. It's actually hard enough just to hold yourself straight during the whole act and not spill while you're drunk, who cares about the colour? But you see, I believe in superstition. In an elusive, inexplicable way....it works! Let's take a hackneyed belief for instance. While I was growing up, I was told that 1 mynah would bring me sorrow, that 2 together would bring me joy, 3 together would bring me letters, 4 toys and so on. So I used to spend the better half of the hour between sleep and school lurking near the window, trying to spot a duet of mynahs. I believed my day(that has always started at 6) would bring me joy if I saw 2, and that it would be pretty sorry if I just saw one miserable creature of the sort. But wouldn't such a premonition necessitate me to sight 2 mynahs if at all my day was fortunate? I mean a propitious day would bring you luck in all its varied aspects, so if you believe that something good will happen, if for no other reason than that it will bring you luck, then does not luck, itself, become the sole practitioner of your fortuition? All I imply, is that on a lucky day, you will sight a couple of mynahs, simply because you believe that they're lucky and that luck will bring them to you. So, a day during the course of which you spot just one of those blasted birds, may not necessarily be a pathetic day, but may vary in its degree of 'suckiness' from "Hmm! Not too bad, just a bad day to be sitting under a bunch of crows" to "Oh my fucking lord! Friendly fire just tore my balls off! THE HUMANITY!"

If you find yourself brainfucked, just consider this. A game of cards. You need to pick the biggest to win. You pick an ace. Now why are you so ecstatic? All 13 of the cards are the same piece of plastic with different symbols printed on them. The ace is just the same as a 2. But it is valued more than the 2 because we believe it's worth more than the 2. To put it straight, picking any of the 13 should bring us the same satisfaction, but picking the 2 depresses us just because we believe that it should. So much said, doesn't it follow that a person who has a happier view of life, one who thinks positively, should have better luck than someone who sees the glass half empty? And to think that researchers go through so much effort analysing and observing people mechanically just to come to the same logical conclusion!

As an extension of this superstition, people believe God( frankly chance) is responsible for whatever happens in their lives. Strangely, despite the stereotypical image of God in all His glory, surrounded by sheep or cows or whatever, a powerful symbol of love and hope, does not perpetuate an image of benevolence but one of malice and vengeance. Doesn't it ever surprise you that it's "Godfearing" and not "Godloving" that's actually a word? People pray to their god/s so that these god/s, listening to their miserable pleas grant them whatever right or wrong they need done. If they don't get what they want(Indeed there is always a good chance of failure), it's God who's angry at them for not believing in Him or trusting Him or something of that sort. Or maybe, God's angry with that someone for some reason. Yes, fear Him. It doesn't matter that this contradicts the very idea of a loving and all-forgiving God whom you assume you pray to in the first place. Stephen King was blatant, yet undoubtedly correct when he wrote - "Don't get me wrong, I believe in the same God as you do, it's just that I don't believe him to be the asshole you make him out to be!" (one of his characters - The Mist). Yet, for all the outrageousness of our actions, it's not that insane, really, to worship luck. It's just that your God and my luck are synonymous.

Yes, yes, I know I will not get more than 2 comments for this post(1 of which shall be my own), and I am fully aware of the altercations this will give rise to in and between yourself if at all you do ponder over this with an attentive mind, but at the end of it all, we are left with just one question. Why do I even give a fuck?

Maybe it's because I still have 3 hours of my day to spend while you sleep your dawn away!