Daylight saving is a scam. It’s a made up way to manage time and our interaction with it that inadvertently fucks up our health and no longer has economic benefits. Still, it was a process created to help organize mid-century American morons that is still upheld.
Alas. America is still shaped and reshaped by this time scam, this formal agreement that, yes, we are going to collectively turn clocks back or forward and pretend the time is now something it’s not. Like Leap Day, daylight saving is a funny formality to tame nature because, you know, constructions like calendars literally and figuratively mean more than trees.
Still, there’s something seductive about daylight saving. “That extra hour,” you think. “Give it to me.” You plan to drink more with it, to do more work, to stay up later, to sleep in longer: it’s a strange fiction gift that we all participate in. It’s a bonus, like finding money on the street: this is seemingly all a positive but it shouldn’t be here but, still, we benefit.
The scam continues for days after. The next morning, parents and pet owners awake earlier to realize that turning the clocks backward or forward was a mistake. An extra hour gained in autumn is great until you have a creature pawing at you at 5:30AM that they want to eat or go to the bathroom.
But – and this is a big but – this is an opportunity to greet life anew. It’s almost like a New Year celebration two months early: we’re given a time to reset, to feel like we’re more productive as we can wake up at 6AM instead of 7AM, our minds set on an earlier time without doing much of anything. We go to bed earlier, nodding off at 10PM instead of 11PM, but we feel like we did more before we have to go to work. There’s more time to be us, before the day gets going.
Daylight saving is indeed a scam but it’s also an opportunity. A stupid one, yes, but an opportunity nevertheless – and I won’t look a clock at its hands and tell it to fuck off.