Those of you paying close attention will recall a minor comment I made yesterday about time, and how I largely consider it my enemy.  Upon more thought, I don’t quite believe that to be true.  Many things seem to improve with time, and, of course, many things require it for success.  Some things that spring to mind easily that have a heavy element of time, that also bring me pleasure include pickles, cheese, alcohol, good bread, and premium soy sauce.  I suppose it’s interesting to consider, as well, how heavy a biological factor there is for all of those things, but that’s a topic for another post.

Thus, I am forced to admit, time can be an ally, at least over the long haul, and, maybe that’s the rub.  Sometimes I can find it difficult to consider that kind of thing, when faced with another afternoon of vague dissatisfaction and ennui, such as I am occasionally confronted with.  Those are the kinds of days that prove just how relative time can be, at least to the mind, when they stretch out like a heat-hazed highway to the horizon, and you can only hope that something resembling where you actually want to be is at the end of it.

However, today, I’m reminded of a factor of time that I truly find repulsive.  Many people who’ve spent any significant time around me have heard this rant over and over again.  Maybe if I get it all out here, I can save them some of that.

I sincerely hate Daylight Saving Time.  Passionately, with large swaths of my being, do I hate it.

What I think it boils down to is this:  my connection to time is relatively fragile in the best of circumstances, and a sudden arbitrary shift in it twice a year leaves me wildly out of whack.  A little googling shows that I’m not alone in this.  Admittedly, this is one of those areas where studies have produced results on both sides of the argument, but, currently, the majority of what’s out there seems to indicate a rise in road and workplace accidents and injuries during the first week or two after each time change, especially after the “fall back” change.  At least one other study, however, indicates no significant increase in accidents after the time change, and implies that it really only affects people with other problems, such as SAD (seasonal affective disorder) or a bipolar disorder, and even them, only minimally.  Who knows what that says about me, then, since I will be unhappy, and confused about what time it is, really, for at least two weeks, and likely even longer.

All I know for sure is that I hate Daylight Saving Time.