Manmade inventions
Calendars. A man-made chart creating our special concept of time.
I have two in my room and one, known as an agenda, which I carry around with me. So here comes my calendar analysis. Yes yes, bear with me. It sounds boring, but I have a point and you get a deeper insight to my thinking.
Calendar A
A Pucca thing, which I thought was immensely marvellous two years ago when I bought it. Not bound to days of the week. Generally you fill in birthdays and anniversaries. So, besides the natural tackyness, it's filled with birthdays and anniversaries, with the odd birthday crossed out because some people just turn out to be incorrigable prats. *mental note to strike out two more*
Calendar B
A rip-off calendar! *drumroll* Tackier than version A, you rip a page off every day. Only kept for the reason that it tells me the date bound to that day of the week. Conveniently hangs above my tv in the insane hope that I subconsciously mentally absorb the date while I walk around in my room.
Agenda
The thing that keeps my overplanned brain somewhat on schedule. Birthdays, anniversaries, parties, dinners, midterms, finals, essays... everything is in it.
So, in the kingdom known as weekend... I find myself at my parental home. There's calendars all over the place there. But there is one specific one, with the birthdays, that caught my attention today. I saw the names "Charlize" and "Kobe". They're kids of my cousins. So young that I actually forgot to add them to all my calendars. So taking that mental note, and reminding myself to add a "Seth" to the bunch as well, a thought struck my mind.
Despite my truckload of family (when I say truckload, I usually mean mum's side of the family), I have a vague idea of who was born in which month. Quite convenient. But as I found myself staring at the calendar, I realized that Leyden won't be celebrating birthdays anymore. For those of you who don't know, Leyden is my cousin in New Zealand who passed away last Monday from lymphoma.
Now he's just a memory. A name on a calendar. Most names on the calendars represent the ticking clocks of human lives, ticktocking their lives away... jolly well and alive. His name now strikes silence. You can't forget him and you know he's not there anymore.
It's weird. It's so weird. So unfair. And so not right.
I have two in my room and one, known as an agenda, which I carry around with me. So here comes my calendar analysis. Yes yes, bear with me. It sounds boring, but I have a point and you get a deeper insight to my thinking.
Calendar A
A Pucca thing, which I thought was immensely marvellous two years ago when I bought it. Not bound to days of the week. Generally you fill in birthdays and anniversaries. So, besides the natural tackyness, it's filled with birthdays and anniversaries, with the odd birthday crossed out because some people just turn out to be incorrigable prats. *mental note to strike out two more*
Calendar B
A rip-off calendar! *drumroll* Tackier than version A, you rip a page off every day. Only kept for the reason that it tells me the date bound to that day of the week. Conveniently hangs above my tv in the insane hope that I subconsciously mentally absorb the date while I walk around in my room.
Agenda
The thing that keeps my overplanned brain somewhat on schedule. Birthdays, anniversaries, parties, dinners, midterms, finals, essays... everything is in it.
So, in the kingdom known as weekend... I find myself at my parental home. There's calendars all over the place there. But there is one specific one, with the birthdays, that caught my attention today. I saw the names "Charlize" and "Kobe". They're kids of my cousins. So young that I actually forgot to add them to all my calendars. So taking that mental note, and reminding myself to add a "Seth" to the bunch as well, a thought struck my mind.
Despite my truckload of family (when I say truckload, I usually mean mum's side of the family), I have a vague idea of who was born in which month. Quite convenient. But as I found myself staring at the calendar, I realized that Leyden won't be celebrating birthdays anymore. For those of you who don't know, Leyden is my cousin in New Zealand who passed away last Monday from lymphoma.
Now he's just a memory. A name on a calendar. Most names on the calendars represent the ticking clocks of human lives, ticktocking their lives away... jolly well and alive. His name now strikes silence. You can't forget him and you know he's not there anymore.
It's weird. It's so weird. So unfair. And so not right.