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13 April 2008, 01:07 UTC#1
So yeah, I wrote this a few months back and just got around to typing it up today. I figure I'll probably get bashed by a few people, but I think it's a good read. Let me know what you think.
As I made the long drive home with an eighth of a tank and an eighth of consciousness, I thought to myself: There’s just something about 3AM. So peaceful, so still. Like I’m the only man left in the world. And it can be comforting at times. Everything is mine. There’s no one on the road. There’s no one on the sidewalks, or in the stores. The early morning belongs to me. There’s no one around to tell me no, or to tell me I can’t. As far as I know, I know no limits. Even the speed signs are irrelevant. If there are no police around, there is no speed limit. Of course, you’ll occasionally stumble upon the odd cop (Actually, it’s more of him stumbling upon you.) and he’ll give you a hard time about why you are out so late. (Or so early.) “Yes Sir, no Sir.” You say, trying your best to shove your nose up his ass. But really, what is time? And why are there sections of it that are peculiar to spend outside? It’s like: “Fuck off. If I wanted you to know what I was doing, I’d hang a small billboard off the back of my car that reads: MY INTENTIONS FOR DRIVING TONIGHT ARE…” But of course you can’t say that because you’ll either be slapped with a fine or held a night in jail. But I digress….. Sometimes, after parking my car, I like to just step outside and stand for a minute or so. Not even the animals are up. As nocturnal as some are, it’s close to sunrise, so it’s not really night anymore. And if you’re lucky enough to catch a day when there’s no wind, it’s almost as if time is at a standstill and you’re in control of it. You make little noises to break the awkward silence as the sound echoes off of nothingness. Look at yourself, strolling around while everyone sleeps. Frozen in time they are. While they lay dormant, hours of their lives pass them by. It’s almost a shame that I have to succumb to sleep all the time. It just feels like I could be doing something more productive. I can’t even begin to count the number of times I wanted to do something and then thought: “Oh, right… sleep…” And most of the time, I either forget what it was I wanted to do by the next morning, or I never get a free minute to do it anyway. So I suggest, whenever you get the chance, tape your eyelids open and wait for 3AM. You’ll know it when you see it. Too late to be night, too early to be morning. That transitional phase between today and tomorrow. And you’ll know the feeling when it hits you. That you’re all alone, but it’s not a bad thing. It doesn’t bother you. You’ll feel relieved because there’s no one to fear from and no one to impress. It is total self realization. You are you, and only you. No man’s servant, no government’s mule, and certainly no one else but yourself. And whatever you do during that time is up to you. Use it, but don’t abuse it because they might start making it illegal to be out at that time. Or even worse, they might make it illegal to be yourself at that time. They already do it during the day. Don’t let them steal the night life away from you. Not just yet. And as fulfilling as it is to sit and watch the sun rise, it reminds you that it’s almost time to put your mask back on and prepare for another day of living the lie they call the “American Dream.”
As I made the long drive home with an eighth of a tank and an eighth of consciousness, I thought to myself: There’s just something about 3AM. So peaceful, so still. Like I’m the only man left in the world. And it can be comforting at times. Everything is mine. There’s no one on the road. There’s no one on the sidewalks, or in the stores. The early morning belongs to me. There’s no one around to tell me no, or to tell me I can’t. As far as I know, I know no limits. Even the speed signs are irrelevant. If there are no police around, there is no speed limit. Of course, you’ll occasionally stumble upon the odd cop (Actually, it’s more of him stumbling upon you.) and he’ll give you a hard time about why you are out so late. (Or so early.) “Yes Sir, no Sir.” You say, trying your best to shove your nose up his ass. But really, what is time? And why are there sections of it that are peculiar to spend outside? It’s like: “Fuck off. If I wanted you to know what I was doing, I’d hang a small billboard off the back of my car that reads: MY INTENTIONS FOR DRIVING TONIGHT ARE…” But of course you can’t say that because you’ll either be slapped with a fine or held a night in jail. But I digress….. Sometimes, after parking my car, I like to just step outside and stand for a minute or so. Not even the animals are up. As nocturnal as some are, it’s close to sunrise, so it’s not really night anymore. And if you’re lucky enough to catch a day when there’s no wind, it’s almost as if time is at a standstill and you’re in control of it. You make little noises to break the awkward silence as the sound echoes off of nothingness. Look at yourself, strolling around while everyone sleeps. Frozen in time they are. While they lay dormant, hours of their lives pass them by. It’s almost a shame that I have to succumb to sleep all the time. It just feels like I could be doing something more productive. I can’t even begin to count the number of times I wanted to do something and then thought: “Oh, right… sleep…” And most of the time, I either forget what it was I wanted to do by the next morning, or I never get a free minute to do it anyway. So I suggest, whenever you get the chance, tape your eyelids open and wait for 3AM. You’ll know it when you see it. Too late to be night, too early to be morning. That transitional phase between today and tomorrow. And you’ll know the feeling when it hits you. That you’re all alone, but it’s not a bad thing. It doesn’t bother you. You’ll feel relieved because there’s no one to fear from and no one to impress. It is total self realization. You are you, and only you. No man’s servant, no government’s mule, and certainly no one else but yourself. And whatever you do during that time is up to you. Use it, but don’t abuse it because they might start making it illegal to be out at that time. Or even worse, they might make it illegal to be yourself at that time. They already do it during the day. Don’t let them steal the night life away from you. Not just yet. And as fulfilling as it is to sit and watch the sun rise, it reminds you that it’s almost time to put your mask back on and prepare for another day of living the lie they call the “American Dream.”
