written by owen on 2008-Jan-11.
I have a hatred of calendars. Yes I said Hatred because I think its necessary for you to have something to hate since I can't hate Brittany Spears anymore, it gives you a point of reference. I hate calendars with the fire of a thousand suns. And they are rather prevalent nowadays, this time a year like Jehovah's Witnesses who hand out little magazines. Drug dealer business model. I never understood them, turns out there is a lot I don't understand. I'll be OK as long as somebody takes me home - every now and then. Make everyday worth all the pain that you went through.
Why would you want to look at the same, uno, one, single, solitary picture for an entire year? Especially if there is advertisement on it. And don't even tell me about the ones come as a flip-book and have different pictures for every month. I despise them as well, for when I get them, the first time, I cheat and look at all the pictures that same day. I can't wait, I forget to stop, pull out. Ruins the monthly surprise. Makes you fret.
I want to celebrate this time, look through you and know who you are. Destiny is usually kind. And the average reader may think I hate clocks as well but I love clocks - surprisingly. I love them so much that the clock in my living room is set 20 minutes into the future and the second hand doesn't work at all, it just sits there and rocks between 30 and 31. I took a calendar from the supermarket hoping that I might draw on the white surface of the back like I did - in the the past. They gave me 4 when I only wanted one - bastards.