I have decided that henceforth, days shall be 42 hours long and weeks shall be 4 days long.
You’re now all welcome to sleep when you’re tired, eat when you’re hungry, work when you’re scheduled, and play when you’re not. There’s no pressure anymore and we can all just take our ‘time’ and chill for a bit. There’s plenty of time to get the day’s shit done.
The idea was inspired by jet lag. Most people don’t care for it. Me? I consider it a dear friend. I’ve been to Europe a few times and a 9 hour time zone difference really messes with my internal clock.
I’m sitting awake with a grumbly tummy. The clock on the wall says 3am and my body swears it’s more like 4pm while the digits on my laptop say it’s yesterday at 6pm (the time back home). A look out the window shows a full moon. My brain can’t wrap my head around it. Something inside me fractures.
For the first time in my life, time became completely meaningless. Not even the days of the week meant something. It was a truly liberating experience. When was the last time you failed to feel the authoritative presence of ‘time’ in your life?
Can you imagine the world running on a 42 hour clock? Can you? How would that change things for you? Is it even possible to live on a 42 hour clock in a 24 hour world?
I’m gonna try. I’ve even named the four new days of the week. Today is called ‘Prime’. Tomorrow is ‘Lefty’. The third day is ‘Margin’ and the weekend shall be called ‘Ham Salad’.
I double dog triple dare you to give it a whirl. Let me know how it works out for you and I’ll do the same.