How I became a morning monster

I should maybe start by explaining what a monster is. Or maybe better by explaining what a morning is.

A morning is of course that part of the day when you wake up. There is no other way to identify a morning but this. Any other criteria is well.. convention. I dunno which recent French writer was proposing months and years be banned. That only days exist in a normal, light, unbiased  succession. Well i think that’s a great idea! Would spare us that sense of despair we experience when faced with the passage of years. Oh no, another year gone by! Oh no, already ten years since my  kindergarten graduation! And other prescious insight such as: Time flies fast, or Time waits for noone which usually lead to existential panic and ultimately to the very profound We only got one life, live it well and it’s variant Carpe diem, which I used to have inscripted on a long-sleeve t-shirt when I was about 13-14…  So basically it seems the division of time such as months and years puts us in a continuous time-awareness.  No, no, no good. Also puts us in a sort of fabricated expectation: next year will be this and that,  next year I will change, next year I’ll do better in school, next year I’ll get a better job, better girfriend, next year, next year, next year will be basically be… better. As if there is ANY actual difference between 31 st December 2008 and 1st January 2009.  Ask it to anyone and they will all say well of course, it’s the new year.

But anyway, coming back to explaining what a morning is, I said it’s the moment of the day you wake up. Not always the same. During school this moment happened around the time of that daily sunrise. I loathed it. My room faced east so, free of any symbolical meaning (or any other meaning for that matter), I was basically looking east every time I looked out the window.  In the morning, this usually brought along a big red sun bouncing off a distant hillside. Jeez, I would tell myself, one day it will bounce right back where it came from. One day (which day?! because there wouldn’t be one anymore in that case) but anyway, one day (as I cannot find any other way of expressing this 4th cyclic dimenssion we live in) it won’t show up anymore! Soaked in darkness we, the east-lookers will be the first to notice something is wrong. Hey guys, the red bouncing thing is not there today! Is it still day then? is it still today? or is it yesterday? Do we still have to go to school? Or do we first wait for it to be back? So you see every morning I woke up to these thoughts. Thus I loathed getting up. So I’d quickly jump out of bed, before I got to the “Everything is random in the universe and this daily bouncing-sun game that has no motivation proves it” and washed away all this in a much-needed, meticulous session of teeth brushing. By the time I got to brushing my hair I was already out of it and probably thinking of the math homework I hadn’t done.

(to b continued)