Dead Days Are Over
Sunday, May 06, 2012 @ 1:35 AM | 0 comment(s)

After all the depressing moments and days I had, I still haven’t got an idea why God – or someone – hasn’t invented “Dead Days” yet: days when you can just laze around and nobody will notice you until the next morning comes. Dead days aren’t just the I’m-locking-myself-up-in-my-room-all-day or the don’t-disturb-me-just-call-me-when-needed days. Dead days are those days when you just feel like you’re dead: nobody notices you; you can go around naked and nobody would care; you won’t hear your mother nag or your father pestering you with awkward questions. Dead days are just dead days. After those days, you will be alive again. It’s not like what happened to Jesus Christ when he died, not like resurrecting after the third day. You can choose when your Dead Days would end and when you will rise again.

It’s a cool thing, being able to do that. It’s annoying when your family is in chaos or when you broke up with the one you love, and you feel like you want to die, but you can’t because it’s a sin. When Dead Days are allowed or are invented, you can choose to live or not to live through that horrible day. It’s like committing suicide; the good thing about it is that you won’t really die or suffer from terrible consequences if ever you survived (like trauma or depression or shame). In Dead Days, when you commit suicide, you only die one or two days and you live again the next. You guys get what I mean?

Dead Days will be very helpful during annoying, hurting, awful times – especially to struggling teenagers with their crazy hormones taking over. Most teenagers, when faced with these circumstances, either say, “Life sucks” or say, “I want to die right now”. Teenagers with a positive outlook, on the other hand, has “Everything will get better” as their unfaltering life mantra. But, reality check, it’s safer to say that there are more pessimistic and angry teenagers than the optimistic and happy-like-kittens ones. There are more teenagers who did not have a happy childhood and grew and lived with little source of happiness, than those who had dollhouses and birthday bashes even if they didn’t know who their guests were and cried at the sight of horrible clowns. Don’t believe me? Take a look around a mob full of teenagers. How many of them are happy – and I meant really happy? Two? Three? How many of them are worried but putting on a happy face? Oh, you don’t know. How would you? They’re faking it. How many of them are all-out, no putting-a-happy-fake-face troubled? What? Almost everyone? See? My rough statistics is almost accurate.

I like it when young people know when they are happy or when they are sad. It’s a good sign that they know how to express themselves and are not faking everything just to look cool or be “in”. I’m not saying that they thrash around and “Avada Kedavra” every living person on their way. I’m just saying that I like people better when they tell you they’re mad or when they have a problem or when they feel shitty and flip you off. At least, that way, you know where you stand and need to stand. It’s less frustrating than when girls give guys subtle hints that only the other side can understand. Being angry is not always being mad… it’s just steaming off all the piled up frustrations. It’s the need to have Dead Days. Tada!

Dead Days, to these angry, troubled, struggling teenagers, are heaven. No pun intended.

If one of their days is like an avalanche full of shit, they can just play the Dead Days card and stop the shits from rolling down and finally burying them. It’s like pulling a lever to close the cell they’re living in. It’s like putting on really big beats and playing loud music till they hear nothing. It’s like becoming a dead fly on the wall – hearing nothing, seeing nothing, caring for nothing. It’s like finally having the opportunity to take a break from all the problems that may shatter them when pushed some more. We all need that break – break from worrying too much about our final grades or about meeting and/or exceeding the monster that is called expectations. It’s a way to stop things from falling apart when their falling apart is never needed by anyone, when putting them back to one piece will take forever.

It’s like giving up but not entirely giving up – just surrendering for one day or two.


But then Dead Days are impossible to ever occur. They can’t be given to us by God or Hades when we feel like we’re being broken down to pieces in an excruciatingly slow process, and the only way to end the agony is by playing dead. I don’t know why that’s the case, but that’s the painful reality of it – life’s messy and never fair… but we never run out of second chances to make it less messy and barely fair. There’s always hope… until we’re dead.

Maybe that’s why there are no Dead Days – because being dead doesn’t necessarily make things better. Dead days just halt things but don’t stop it. Just hitting pause on the record player, where eventually, we’d need to push play again… and stop when everything’s over. There’s no stopping, just slowing things down; feeling like a dead person, but needing to wake up again.

Maybe that’s why we only have the bad days, good days, lucky days, red days (for girls), bad hair days, dog days, etc.

Because life is life, and it goes on and on.


Sorry, this is such a pessimistic post.

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