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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.
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.
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I love Sundays...
In the morning - at about 3:30am - I walk in from going to the 60's nightclub with my friends. It's called 'Flares' and it's the sort of place where they play GOOD music... none of this 'made on a computer, I don't know how to hold a guitar' shíte...
Anyway, sleeping time is short, because I have church at 11:15am! Church is good... my faith isn't the strongest in the world, but i'm building it... it takes time - we're all going down different paths. If you try and walk down someone elses path, you'll get lost, and life will mean nothing. Just like, if youtry to be someone else, then you're dead, and you have no life, you're merely a shadow, and a discontented one at that!
Well, Formula 1 is on some Sundays, so I either watch that, read a book, play PlayStation 2 or look at some gaming stuff... oh, and come on here (Although I don't do that much anymore... :S)
The Simpsons is on at 6:00pm and then Dream Team at 8, but I normally go round to Gemma's to our 'Video Club' It's actually quite new, and we basically just eat Ice Cream and Sorbet and watch a Box POffice movie... Gemma is cool,. we've been friends for ages. Sarah is my other friend, she's a bit of a nutter, and maybe to before her time, but anyway...
Then I come home at about 1am on monday, watch the re-play of Dream team, play pro Evolution Soccer, and go to bed.
Sundays are good... life is good, you just have to look in the right places.
In the morning - at about 3:30am - I walk in from going to the 60's nightclub with my friends. It's called 'Flares' and it's the sort of place where they play GOOD music... none of this 'made on a computer, I don't know how to hold a guitar' shíte...
Anyway, sleeping time is short, because I have church at 11:15am! Church is good... my faith isn't the strongest in the world, but i'm building it... it takes time - we're all going down different paths. If you try and walk down someone elses path, you'll get lost, and life will mean nothing. Just like, if youtry to be someone else, then you're dead, and you have no life, you're merely a shadow, and a discontented one at that!
Well, Formula 1 is on some Sundays, so I either watch that, read a book, play PlayStation 2 or look at some gaming stuff... oh, and come on here (Although I don't do that much anymore... :S)
The Simpsons is on at 6:00pm and then Dream Team at 8, but I normally go round to Gemma's to our 'Video Club' It's actually quite new, and we basically just eat Ice Cream and Sorbet and watch a Box POffice movie... Gemma is cool,. we've been friends for ages. Sarah is my other friend, she's a bit of a nutter, and maybe to before her time, but anyway...
Then I come home at about 1am on monday, watch the re-play of Dream team, play pro Evolution Soccer, and go to bed.
Sundays are good... life is good, you just have to look in the right places.
I've just read through this thread, and it's too bloody deep for a monday morning!
I'll reply later, after I've to figure out what it's all about...
I'll reply later, after I've to figure out what it's all about...
I like sundays.
Sundays give me what the rest of the week rarely can - freedom. For one day a week, I don't have to worry about anything. Nothing matters. Not the future, not the past, and not the present. Not my work, my fencing, the football, - nothing.
It's not a freedom from this life, the eat/sleep routine and the same old possessions and laws which govern it, but from responsibility. It's the psychological freedom which was slowly drained away from me as I grew older, and will continue to be tapped off as I grow up. It's a window to the past, which helps me remember the carefree days when I was a young kid.
I never wanted to grow up.
When I was about nine, I remember having a discussion with a friend of mine. 'What age would you most like to be, if you could stay that age forever?' he asked. 'Nine' was my reply. Eighteen was his. He said that eighteen was the best age to be, because you were old enough to do all the things you couldn't do when you were younger, because you'd be at the physical peak of your life. That was the answer all of my friends gave, come to think of it.
I couldn't see how things could get any better than they were at the time, and certainly that was never going to make up for all the responsibilities that would come with age. That's why I chose nine.
Nine years on, I've now experienced both ages, and I can answer the question with 20/20 hindsight.
I was right back then. That's not to say I'm unhappy now - far from it. It's just to say that age brings wisdom, maturity and responsibility, and ignorance is bliss.
Sundays give me what the rest of the week rarely can - freedom. For one day a week, I don't have to worry about anything. Nothing matters. Not the future, not the past, and not the present. Not my work, my fencing, the football, - nothing.
It's not a freedom from this life, the eat/sleep routine and the same old possessions and laws which govern it, but from responsibility. It's the psychological freedom which was slowly drained away from me as I grew older, and will continue to be tapped off as I grow up. It's a window to the past, which helps me remember the carefree days when I was a young kid.
I never wanted to grow up.
When I was about nine, I remember having a discussion with a friend of mine. 'What age would you most like to be, if you could stay that age forever?' he asked. 'Nine' was my reply. Eighteen was his. He said that eighteen was the best age to be, because you were old enough to do all the things you couldn't do when you were younger, because you'd be at the physical peak of your life. That was the answer all of my friends gave, come to think of it.
I couldn't see how things could get any better than they were at the time, and certainly that was never going to make up for all the responsibilities that would come with age. That's why I chose nine.
Nine years on, I've now experienced both ages, and I can answer the question with 20/20 hindsight.
I was right back then. That's not to say I'm unhappy now - far from it. It's just to say that age brings wisdom, maturity and responsibility, and ignorance is bliss.
pb wrote:
> Sunday isn't too bad.
Turned round this morning to find Gina still there,
> she didn't have to go to work this morning which was a nice surprise.
>
Bet it was.
*whistles*
;o)
> Sunday isn't too bad.
Turned round this morning to find Gina still there,
> she didn't have to go to work this morning which was a nice surprise.
>
Bet it was.
*whistles*
;o)
Same here my body clock is out of wak compared to everyone elses, my day? Hmm..
Got up at 2pm
Felt a bit sickly from the previous nights drinking binge.
Eat Sunday dinner
Felt a bit better
Brushed teeth
Felt a lot better
Loaded up FFIV
Before I could play mates called
Played guitar while friends played Mario Kart
Went to pub
Come home
Come on here
Typed this
Clicked post this message
........
Got up at 2pm
Felt a bit sickly from the previous nights drinking binge.
Eat Sunday dinner
Felt a bit better
Brushed teeth
Felt a lot better
Loaded up FFIV
Before I could play mates called
Played guitar while friends played Mario Kart
Went to pub
Come home
Come on here
Typed this
Clicked post this message
........
That wasn't what I meant to quote. I am losing it... argh!
pb wrote:
Now I'm catching up with all the stuff on
> here. Can't really complain about Sundays if they're all like this.
lol.
Now I'm catching up with all the stuff on
> here. Can't really complain about Sundays if they're all like this.
lol.
FM's Sunday (Bear in mind my bodyclock is out of synch with the rest of humanity):
00:15 Got up, fed the cat.
00:20 Logged into Planetarion, built stuff, launched stuff, killed stuff.
00:25-07:00 Entered 150-odd competitions on the web and watched the Australian Grand Prix (Go! Coulthy! Oh...nm).
07:00-08:00 Got dressed, did the washing up.
08:00:08:20 Planetarion.
08:20-09:00 Puppy sitting for sister.
09:00-10:00 Welcomed mum hope from her trip to Wales, unpacked the car, made a coffee for her.
10:00-12:00 Entered another 50+ comps on the web.
12:00-21:00 Sleep
21:00-now: Checking emails, playing Planetarion.
now: 24:00: Probably playing FFVI on PS2 and posting here.
Strangely enough, ALL my days are like this...
00:15 Got up, fed the cat.
00:20 Logged into Planetarion, built stuff, launched stuff, killed stuff.
00:25-07:00 Entered 150-odd competitions on the web and watched the Australian Grand Prix (Go! Coulthy! Oh...nm).
07:00-08:00 Got dressed, did the washing up.
08:00:08:20 Planetarion.
08:20-09:00 Puppy sitting for sister.
09:00-10:00 Welcomed mum hope from her trip to Wales, unpacked the car, made a coffee for her.
10:00-12:00 Entered another 50+ comps on the web.
12:00-21:00 Sleep
21:00-now: Checking emails, playing Planetarion.
now: 24:00: Probably playing FFVI on PS2 and posting here.
Strangely enough, ALL my days are like this...
allardini wrote:
> AfroJoe wrote:
> I hate church on a Sunday........... no, I don't go, but
> there are always bells
> ringing in the mornign in the church quite near my
> house. Some people (me) are
> trying to sleep.
I hate Sundays
> too!
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>They are soooooo annoying.
Perhaps you should go, then they wouldn't annoy you.
> AfroJoe wrote:
> I hate church on a Sunday........... no, I don't go, but
> there are always bells
> ringing in the mornign in the church quite near my
> house. Some people (me) are
> trying to sleep.
I hate Sundays
> too!
------------
>They are soooooo annoying.
Perhaps you should go, then they wouldn't annoy you.
AfroJoe wrote:
> I hate church on a Sunday........... no, I don't go, but there are always bells
> ringing in the mornign in the church quite near my house. Some people (me) are
> trying to sleep.
I hate Sundays too!
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They are soooooo annoying.
> I hate church on a Sunday........... no, I don't go, but there are always bells
> ringing in the mornign in the church quite near my house. Some people (me) are
> trying to sleep.
I hate Sundays too!
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They are soooooo annoying.
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