Banal observation of the day

you're not nuts, you're just angst ridden.

Compressed time seems to me to be a fact of life as it proceeds. Months seem like weeks quite often to this cogger.

The weekend thing is dashed expectations. One thinks that the weekends will end up being refreshingly exciting after the drudge of college reading, exams, etc. pass from view and new jobs become just 'jobs'. Even the Mondays seem not so bad, because so much of our lives depend on the day to day interaction with people at work, rather than non-job friendships which seem to splinter as our real lives proceed.

For many folks, marriage and family become the focus of non-job life - but failed marriage is now so common that the 'alone' phenonema gets even worse as the 20's pass into the 30's, 40's and 50's.

There is hope however. Somewhere along the timeline, most people find a way to reconcile their life. This usually comes from passing through the "Is that all it is" stage of life, which is truly depressing to go through.

All days of my week are Saturday.

This is a common phenomenon. You are quite normal in fact. However, let me apologize ahead of time for being so cryptic, but the days of the weeks "really" are illusions. Do you actually stop working on the weekends? The Seventh Day Adventists, I'm sure, have the hardest time with this. The next step in life is to realize your own mortality and insignificance. Congratulations! You're on the road to enlightenment.

I know of this phenomenon. It's very depressing.

When I started writing this comment it was saturday. Now it's... what was I saying?

Bill Cosby had a routine about this; Eddie Izzard ought to have one, too.