felt like a free write this morning, because, ya know when you have a screen and a keyboard/breakfast on the way surrounded by water and industrial strength flat white on deck you can. So there, caps or no caps, spelling or no grammar, you take ya seat and you pay the price!
So yeah, as i look out of the door inhaling vacuum cleaner like the fresh air of the cooler morning i got instantly transported to the notion of weekends — i freaking remember when weekends were a clear indication that. ..
A) your working week was done and you could either enjoy a downtime day and then maybe go out and have a meal or a few beers and sleep in on the Sunday if you wanted, dreading the return of the Monday with gusto.
B) be all proactive like your life was merely on hold in the week while you worked for the cheque that enabled these weekends to actual work in the first place, maybe do a bit of pseudo diy to pretend that your advancing yourself.
I’m sure there is a C/D etc but i can’t be fucked... i has flat white.
I kinda miss those transitions, funny how we get used to those transition build ups, when Thursday used to come around people at work would physically start to change, loosen up, start talking about the weekend and by Monday they would be this puddle of their former selves, deep in regret and boring me to death with stories of the wrong thing said at the Sunday dinner table.
When did life become so logistical, i guess when we all switched to data mindsets instead of organic homegrown goodness of the rollercoaster ride of the uncertainty of the human condition — i mean, i read the other day a whole generation is no longer having sex anymore.
I mean, fuck, people.. . (literally)
As much as i love the data driven world we live in it does sometimes overload us with choices to the point that we don’t make choices based on it, it’s like AI’s sarcastic best friend in the group that always makes a beeline to tell you how shit your doing not taking into account other data sets outside of their own data remit.
I remember so many occasions in my life when I’ve built up weekends to be this grand big thing that you aimed towards — as a kid i remember riding the bus alone in excitement while i had my pocket money rattling away in my hand, counting it over and over, distributing it in my mind how i was gonna spend it, back and forth between dropping £1.99 or £2.99 on a game this week or having food as well.
Or the times where we would map out the complete weekend, shopping, meal and dinner or some club night out to clear out the cobwebs of the working week and talk shit about the life we wished we had — ok, I’m kinda glad i don’t do that anymore, but yeah, these are all ‘cycles’ of life!
As I’ve got older i’ve realised how precious each and everyday has become, Sunday’s have become odd productivity days of planning what I’m gonna do with the next six days until productivity day rollover again drops in (i kinda love that at this chapter in my life tbh) — maybe that’s the difference, each day is a day to shape the life and lifestyle i want to live rather than being on someone else’s 9-to-5, Monday to Friday Idea of WORK.
Work has CHANGED and it’s gonna CHANGE even faster in a blink of an hour (yes, i know it’s eye) people that are already decentralising their lives and working out how to provide in time value to a global marketplace are going to be miles ahead of the curve when the big WORK depression hits, I’d say it’s already hitting — all the while everyone has had their eyes off the ball when it comes to climate change. ..
... So yeah, just wanted to pour one out for my dead homie,
The Weekend. .. xx
Have a great. . . Erm...
__humble x