I hate Daylight Savings. This is a big deal because I do not throw the word “hate” around often. My mom used to correct me when I said I hated something or someone. “You do not hate them Katie. Hate is a very strong word. You dislike them.” I do not dislike Daylight Savings. Sorry mom, I HATE it.
Don’t get me wrong, I totally understand the need for it, but that understanding just doesn’t outweigh my feelings of hatred. I hate losing an hour of sleep, as does everyone else in the world. I hate that it happens on a Sunday so then I am not capable of catching up on previously mentioned lost hour of sleep, because I have to work the next day. I hate that I have to reset my clock (really I’m just lazy and wish my clock would reset itself like my phone does). I hate that my whole Sunday is thrown off. Right now I’m writing this post at 8:30pm. I just finished eating dinner and put a load of laundry in the washer. On any other Sunday I would have finished dinner around 6:30-7pm and have already been done all my laundry. As I said, Sunday = thrown off.
According to Wikipedia (yes, I am using Wikipedia as a source mainly because I am not in college anymore and finally can but also because I’m too tired to find a different source), Daylight Saving Time is “the practice of advancing clocks during summer months by one hour so that evening daylight last an hour longer.” The main thing wrong with that statement? SUMMER. MONTHS. I’m sorry, but last I checked today is March 12th, a.k.a. not summer. Also, up here in Pennsylvania we are bracing for a snow storm in two days, so again…not summer! Wikipedia however does acknowledge the mistake in this definition by stating, “typically, regions with summer time adjust clocks forward one hour close to the start of spring and adjust them backward in the autumn to standard time.” This is much more accurate since March is indeed close to the start of spring. Also, I’d like to take a minute to point out that I do not hate Daylight Savings in autumn. Yes, this is typical because we gain an hour, but its also just putting everything back to normal and I kind of feel we should just let time do its’ thing.
Benjamin Franklin proposed Daylight Savings in 1784. According to Wikipedia he did so “somewhat jokingly.” Well, yeah of course he did, who actually WANTS to lose an hour of sleep?! Nowadays that is no joking matter, but I guess Ben had an evil sense of humor. Anyway, he proposed Daylight Saving Time in a letter to The Journal of Paris basically stating that if people had to get out of bed earlier in the morning then they would buy more candles. Ha. Ha. I don’t get it either. Like I said, weird sense of humor that B.Franklin had.
I’m sure most people reading this share my feelings of hatred toward spring’s (not to be confused with autumn’s) Daylight Savings. However, if you are one of those that totally love Daylight Saving Time and want to take a shot at an argument to take away my hatred, please be my guest. You will not succeed, for the sole fact it is only 8:30 and my eyes are drifting shut, but please, give it your best shot. Also, be sure to look for my post in November 2017 called “Why I Love Daylight Saving Time.” I know I know, it makes no sense, but I’m just a complicated person.
So, in just a short half hour (if I even last that long) at 9pm, I will crawl into bed and dream happy thoughts of not having lost an hour of sleep. Good night folks, sleep well!