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"The Curse of Sunday"

9:00AM - Time to get up, news and weather.

The day of rest. We all rest, and the morons come out from hiding.

Driving is far too dangerous on Sundays. The morons are about, and their cars are too complex for them. They swerve from side to side, because Sunday is the only day they travel out.

11:30AM - City Hospital

Because it's the day of rest.

Same here. Everyone rests, and those that have a chance to escape try and mess it up for the rest of us, because that's all they feel. The amount of crappy topics on Sunday is amazing, if you want to win GAD, today is the day.

So we try and rest, and our minds are at relative ease.... the calm of the week finished, the worry of a new one to begin. Ambience of the mind, more than anything.

1:00PM - Dinner time.

And we can reflect on what the week has been, and what it could have, and will be. Perhaps that's why Sundays feel so decaying, because we have a chance to think, to look at the world, but we can't do anything, because it's Sunday, and we all have to rest.

These past few weeks have been like a dream... suddenly, all the things that matter, just don't. We are shown questions that we can't answer, places that we can't reach.

One half keeps telling me to fall asleep, fall into a dream, where I can see all that I wish, and while my sight stretches beyond into infinity, I can reach and touch what I feel. The other half is telling me to wake up.

I have worries about the future, perhaps they are right, perhaps I AM taking the wrong road, but my heart tells me more than a thousand of the men and women who failed to follow their own hearts, trapped into scheduling. Lives that are utterly trapped and revolve completely around time.

20, 30, 40 years... I can't remember how old I am some days. I have to ask, and people laugh, and think I joke.

But my age seems pointless. Time seems pointless, I'm the same person today, yesterday and tommorrow. I'll change through experience, but I'm still the same person, I've still been through what I have, and I can only learn what comes along... and yes, I have a lot to learn.

6:00PM - Lunch.

But if I'm so young, and if I'm so naive, and my, I'm intelligent, thanks... but why don't you trust my judgement? The way we live is wrong, life is wrong, not just the outside, but the way we live... We are conscripted as those that have to watch the next episode of our favourite soap operas, hope perhaps we can have our favourite food on special offer next monday... and hope at least our children can become doctors and politians.

Is it so wrong to think? Why can't we... I mean, why? Why go to bed in the intent to get up the next morning? I can't understand why people can just... accept scheduling.

I like to dream. I dream a lot... music helps me dream. But I understand that dreams are dreams for a reason... It would be great to wake up in a world where there is no evil, where the land is untouched and you can breathe fresh, pure air... but that's just a dream. In reality, I couldn't live that way. Without life, there is nothing to think about, nothing to aspire too...

It makes me wonder. Perhaps, all this dread in the world... this disgust, this pity... what if it's there, because it's been placed there? Can we not accept life to be pure and great, and can we not accept everyone to be happy and thoughtful... not because we are used to life being pathetic and people to be disgusting... or because we need balance, and without it, we just can't think?

Books, quotes, and The Matrix spring to mind... what if, our minds are more powerful that we can first see...

What if this, life, is heaven?

Or perhaps more specifically... what if this is heaven AND hell?

Think about it for just one second. Heaven is told to us to be the place where good people go, where the sinners cannot tread unless they, of course, are forgiven.

But who has to forgive? Who has to make amends?

And to whom?

If I had murdered someone... it would play on my mind, I wouldn't be able to sleep, I'm sure. The only way that I could, and escape from the trauma, would be to forgive myself.

And perhaps, then, escape hell.

The planet, and our lives, are what we make of them. If you wish to live in your own hell, do so, and balance the world out... but there is also the heaven, perhaps, in which we could live. Reaching where we want to go.

8:00PM - Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?

So, if all this is true, and indeed the world is run by balance, and our lives are our own personal hell and heaven combined... why do I feel so in limbo?

Perhaps I'm already dead. Life isn't heaven or hell... because wevre passed that and can't remember it. Now we ARE in heaven.

Did anyone ever tell you what heaven is? Angels playing harps, clouds and infinite skys? Heaven is relative. Heaven can be whatever you feel it to be. It can be beautiful, it can remind you why you're you, it can upset you, but only so you can redeem yourself. Come from a low to a high, and experience happiness beyond simple pleasures.

Which is why I'm sat at my desk, writing my feelings, waiting for a sodding reply, having to read the crap that's oozed out by the morons that escape only once a week.

And that's the Curse of Sunday. No matter what you say, no matter what you feel, nothing will ever come.

Because it's the day of rest, and all we can do is watch.

I hate Sundays.

I listen to Ok Computer...

Anyway I got 46% on Chemistry mock... yet I am only person in year to get all the hardest questions right, same as maths...

Teachers are scared I think.

I can't get any sleep either, if you find that sadistically rewarding. Same reason.

I've been listening to classical music when I go to bed, not an expert in it, but some of the stuff is really good, inspiration, and so on. Good for dreaming.

Were you drunk at all when you wrote it?

Nah typing is too good.

I hear what your saying Welshy...

I have hated Sundays all my life and had one of worst sleeps last night, up all night thinking about future.

Ah Well

:)

Yup.

Still, it was just a small moment for me to babble oddly to myself, so loads of people can read the title, skim the topic, wonder what I was babbling about, and then write how much they hate sunday's too, because that's what it's about, obviously.

I mean, look at the title. Ooh, and Grix was ranting about something too, putting Sunday in a few sentences...

The real rant was about how we're ruled by time. Time decides everything for us, and it annoys me how many people just let it be that way... eat at dinnertime, instead when you want to.

FM's got the right idea. Gets up when he wants, does what he wants, then goes back to bed, when he wants. Christ, NOW I sound like a teenager.

Your Honour wrote:
"This just seems to have degenerated into a "How I spent my sunday" thread, and I'm not sure that's what Grix wanted."


Not what he wanted, but probably what he expected.

Its just another manic sunday
woooaaahhh
Wish it was monday
ooooo-aa-aaaaahhhh
Coz thats my funday


Sorry, I'll stop now

This just seems to have degenerated into a "How I spent my sunday" thread, and I'm not sure that's what Grix wanted.

I could be wrong though...

I need to rest a little on Sundays to prepare for next Saturday...!

My dancing is good. I'm a dancing guru. You know this.

I dance better than the people on Dance Dance Euromix!

If you choose to spend your Sunday in a state of 'rest' be sure that you are resting from something worthwhile, and are now recuperating for something worthwhile.

Playing guitar is good...

I've been playing Enrique Inglasias' "Hero" Recently... I don't like him, and the lyrics to his song are a bit s**té, but my sister likes it, and she asked me to figure out the chords, so i did...

It's a good chick magnet, actually. Girls dig him, so they dig me for playing it, then their boyfriends dig me, in the arm, or the face!