Sundays. A day of rest, also known as the Sabbath. From Wikipedia:
[…Sabbatical or a sabbatical (from Latin sabbaticus, from Greek sabbatikos, from Hebrew shabbat, i.e., Sabbath, literally a “ceasing”) is a rest from work, or a hiatus, often lasting from two months to a year.]
Weekends. Metaphorically speaking, I love the shit out of them. From Monday to Friday, I spend 8 hours a day in a trailer factory, installing bathtubs, showers and vanities. I come home every day, looking like I’ve been thrown down stairs, ran a marathon, stuck my hands in a vat of pvc glue, and got confetti’d in sawdust, pipe dust, and god-knows what dust. I shower, change clothes, eat, and spend the remainder of my nights online.
Friday. It starts out just the same as any other day. I come home just as dirty as any other day of the week, only something is off about me: I’m smiling, energetic, and rushing to go somewhere. Maybe I’ll shower, I might change clothes, but I always drench myself with Old Spice and throw on my favorite hat. You may be wondering what could possibly be so important, that I could forgo my usual homecoming rituals, that I must immediately leave upon arrival?
The Weekend! Mine starts between the hours of 2 and 4 PM on most Fridays. Once it begins, I attain a third “personality”. If any bills are to be paid, I pay them. If I or my companions are in dire need of sustenance, I get it. If there’s any major events going on in Knoxville, we fuckin’ go there and throw down. If I haven’t Allocated time for my girlfriend during the week, I make up for it in my own way.
Saturdays. Often, Friday and Saturday merge into a consecutive 36-48 hour-long time period, the latter half of which I refer to (often in error) as Friday. I usually continue the same mode of conduct from Friday for the duration of Saturday, going places, meeting people and conversing (albeit erratically). I like to take in the sights, sounds, smells and feel of the world around me. On occasion, I document these sights with the relatively inferior internal camera of my phone, and even more rarely, upload them to a social network. However, I usually make mentions of my “erratic” behaviors to those who weren’t present to witness them. Eventually, sleep comes to me as an old friend, ready to bring me into the realm where my dreams can substitute reality.
Sundays. I’m an insomniac. I sleep anywhere from 4 to 6 hours most nights, and usually make up for it Saturday night/early Sunday morning with a hefty 10 to 12 hours of sleep. I take longer than normal to awaken fully from this hypersleep, and I often don’t get dressed or shower until late in the day. On this particular Sunday, in which I am writing this informative essay, I am sitting at my desk, still wearing the clothing I fell asleep in, smelling of my own sweat. Why haven’t I showered? Did I eat? Where will I be going, later in this day?
It’s Sunday. I’m not going anywhere. You could say I’m abiding by Old Testament rule for not wanting to get off my ass and do something with my life, and I would have to agree with you. However, I am known to go out on the Lord’s day. To church? Sure, I used to go nearly every Sunday as a younger man, though in the later years it was merely for my mother’s benefit, and towards the end, for the benefit of losing my v-card. Catholic girls don’t kiss and tell. It’s a sacrilege thing.
How could one claim to observe the Sabbath when he or she never follows it to the letter? Simple enough, play the Athiest/Agnostic card. Imagine, if you will, a magical card, that when used in the game of life, conveys the player doesn’t give two shits about religious doctrine to an unknown extent. Similar to the Joker card in standard card games, this card can pretty much be used in any given situation for no valid reason.
I’m an Athiest because I do not believe in deities. I’m Agnostic because I believe there’s a reason we came into existence. And I’m Afraid, to find out I’m right. If God exists, then according to the book of His word, I have plenty of time to make up for my sins. If I die before I awaken sin-free, then I will burn in the fires of Hell, content in knowing I died for my past transgressions. If there is some unknown “force” that governs everything we know to be in the universe, I hope it cannot be tampered with in evil ways.
I hope you’ve enjoyed reading this post. I sense a shower, food and clean clothes within the future I provide unto myself.