Time

I have a bone to pick with time. Not Rip, Van's cool with me.

It's not an issue about passing time, certainly rush past it as fast as I can making sure that every next second is relatively shorter than the previous one. This also means that every next second has to be all the more intense than the previous one.

It's why I accept challenges with the caveat that the challenger be willing to take it upon himself.

That's how on a faithful college afternoon - the kind that can only happen in a run down apartment building that calls itself the hall of kings but where rat traps are laid everywhere within and without the place. Where exposed brick isn't a nice artsy touch to the place but more of an accident of unfinished business (masonry?). I saw a man eat a spoonful of powdered cinnamon, choke, cough, garggle, whelp only to have the powder cling to his very existence. At one point some of it came out in a cloud but not from his mouth but his nose.

And then I saw his friend do it as well. Challenge challenged.

But just last week I kept thinking it was midnight when in truth it was midday. What gives?

Never been one for watches and since I am part of the cell phone generation the digital display truly speaks more to me than the two slightly disfigured arms. Gotta admit the irony of the short pointing to the long and the long pointing to the short is my kind of humor. Not funny.

And truly our life has become or at least becomes so regimented that a watch is as good as the sun that rides up the horizon and slides behind it. Useful, necessary, but a luxury.

My sisters lives without it for months at a time. Both the watch and the sun just in different seasons.

I think.

And today I asked a coworker what his plans were for the weekend. It was 9AM on Tuesday morning and I'm not entirely certain if I was talking about the proverbial weekend or this one in particular.

It'd be too easy to figure it was driven by ennui or the circumstances at the time - my mind was occupied with the thought - it is the exalted weekend child, and I should have fun.

He looked at me quizzically and he said - are you serious? I don't even know if I'll make it till then.

If we dont, well, time...it'll come to fists.

It's time.


*This one is particularly cantankerous