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A long time ago<\/a>, I posed the question if The Clock King really was a villain, in the grand spectrum of things.\u00a0 That he really was just a punctual and time-considerate individual in a world full of shitheads that don\u2019t have such qualities, and he\u2019s the one that gets painted to look like the bad guy, and eventually a member of Batman\u2019s rogues gallery.\u00a0 Back then, it didn\u2019t really seem fair to me that he was considered a villain and I wanted to open that discussion to my then-six readers.<\/span><\/p>\n But after a weekend like this past one, and 2+ years of parenting, all I can really think of now is that not only is The Clock King most definitely a villain, he\u2019s without a shadow of a doubt the greatest evil in all of comics.\u00a0 Worse than Darkseid, worse than Doomsday, worse than the Joker.\u00a0 Worse than Thanos, worse than Kang, worse than Onslaught.\u00a0 Shit, it transcends comic books, and The Clock King is the greatest evil in the history of, history.\u00a0 Worse than Hitler, worse than bin Laden, worse than Trump.<\/span><\/p>\n Obviously this goes into the obvious notion that there is no greater force in existence than the passage of time, and how it\u2019s unfeeling, unbiased, impervious by nobody, and never ending.\u00a0 Which means those who wields it to greatest effect, like The Clock King, are basically the worst people ever.<\/span><\/p>\n At this current juncture of my life, there\u2019s seldom any time in which I am not up against a clock on a fairly regular basis, and there are times in which it becomes absolutely maddening and fills me with despair and levels of stress that I have a hard time coping with.\u00a0 By individual<\/em> nature, I am a punctual person who believes in punctuality and adequate lead time; I hate to rush, I like getting to my destinations early, and as a worker I believe that 15 minutes early is on time and on time is late<\/a>.<\/span><\/p>\n But since I\u2019ve gotten older and had kids, my agenda is always packed full of things for other people, I\u2019m routinely stretched past capacity, and I\u2019m way more prone to being late to things, and I concern myself that I\u2019m developing a reputation of being flaky and unreliable.\u00a0 Or just a typical parent maybe.\u00a0 Regardless, it goes against everything that I\u2019ve always put a lot of conscionable effort into maintaining, and I have a hard time dealing with the seemingly endless stress that comes with being up against the clock.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n A large part of my stress and anxieties over the last weekend were simply being up against a parade of clocks.\u00a0 Have to get #1 to dance class on time.\u00a0 With only a 45 minute class, there\u2019s no time for me to drive home in 12 minutes, be late for a 60 minute call, and then drive back 12 minutes to pick her up, so I take the call while at the dance studio and pray that I\u2019m not called on to speak which I\u2019m fortunate that it didn\u2019t really happen.\u00a0 Then I need to take #1 to camp, late, but it\u2019s all good because they knew she\u2019d be late.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Go home for 5 minutes so that I can check my work email and feel guilty for putting my job in the backseat , and then I have to then drive 30 minutes into the city for a stupid team-building event that I know that I can only stay for 45 minutes before I have to leave in order to go pick up my kid from camp.\u00a0 Get #1, get her home and into nap, while I check my work email for another 5 minutes, before I have to start rushing to pack shit for the trip, knowing that I have only like an hour to pack a ton of shit before we need to get out the door before Atlanta traffic eviscerates us and puts us in a position of being too close to check our bags and risk missing our flight.<\/span><\/p>\n Get out the door, late, of course, and then there\u2019s a ton of traffic anyway because Atlanta sucks.\u00a0 Oh shit, there\u2019s a call I need to be on, so I dial in, and unfortunately this time I\u2019m called upon several times, to which I\u2019m only on the phone and not at the computer I really should be at, so I have to feel like an asshole and explain that I\u2019m not at my computer and look like a flake, while I\u2019m trying not to lose my shit sitting in bumper to bumper traffic while we\u2019re ticking closer and closer to being too late to check bags and miss our flight.<\/span><\/p>\n Arrive at the airport and it\u2019s a shit storm of people, and logistics don\u2019t apply there, but my wife lies to a traffic rent-a-cop in order to get him to move cones and allow us to actually drop shit off and I\u2019m trying not to blow my lid.\u00a0 On accident, I find a fairly good and really convenient parking spot that allows me use of the sky bridge to circumvent a lot of the ATL airport traffic bullshit and I\u2019m in the airport, and thank the heavens I\u2019m able to check my bag, which turned out to be the best event of the day.<\/span><\/p>\n But by now, we\u2019re cutting it extremely close by the time we get through security, and when we get to our gate, they\u2019re already boarding, so we have no time to send #1 to the bathroom in advance, or pick up any food for any of us.\u00a0 The flight is shit, but at least by this point, the day\u2019s clock races have all stopped for the most part, and it\u2019s just an unpleasant evening at my dad\u2019s place instead.<\/span><\/p>\n The following day was a logistical nightmare of driving back and forth several times prior to #2\u2019s birthday party.\u00a0 Drop off wife to restaurant 30 minutes away.\u00a0 Drive back home to pick up MIL and kids 30 minutes.\u00a0 Drive back to the restaurant 30 minutes away.\u00a0 All in the span of 70 minutes, in order to be on time for our own fucking party.<\/span><\/p>\n After the party the pressure is off a little bit, but by the time the evening is around, I have to pick up mythical wife from Maryland 60 miles away, and there\u2019s a clock over my head in knowing that by the time she\u2019s situated and I\u2019m back at my mom\u2019s place, I\u2019ll have maybe at most, three hours to sleep before I need to wake up in order to get back to the airport.<\/span><\/p>\n The following morning has its own battles with time as our flight is at 7 am, and we need to really be at the airport by 5 am in order to make sure our bags are checked within 90+ minutes of the flight, but we miss that deadline too but are fortunate that everyone at the airline doesn\u2019t feel like power tripping and allows for it.<\/span><\/p>\n Finally we get home and for at least a little bit, the clocks are off, except for the fact that mythical wife\u2019s first day of school begins the next day, and it\u2019s never a good idea for me to stay up too late on a school night.\u00a0 By then, the weekend is all but completely lost, and somewhere in the aether, The Clock King is laughing maniacally at just how much hell he put me and my family through for a weekend and just how much jobbing I did dealing the stress and anxiety.<\/span><\/p>\n And that\u2019s just one instance of The Clock King whooping my ass.\u00a0 One of countless times at this point, and the obvious reality is that he\u2019s doing this to tons of people, concurrently, over and over again, all across the world.<\/span><\/p>\n I don\u2019t have a lot of want for things these days, frankly I rarely ever have.\u00a0 But the next time anyone asks me what I want, I really just want to say that I just want to have a day, where there are absolutely zero clocks to concern myself about.\u00a0 I\u2019d like to sleep in until my body doesn\u2019t want to sleep in.\u00a0 Whenever I wake up, I would like to have a good cup of coffee and a hearty breakfast.\u00a0 No rushing, no schedules, no real engagements that require me to be somewhere at a specific time.\u00a0 I\u2019d like to eat lunch and dinner when I\u2019m ready to each lunch and dinner, and 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![15 minutes early is on time and on time is late<\/a>.<\/span><\/p>\nBut since I\u2019ve gotten older and had kids, my agenda is always packed full of things for other people, I\u2019m routinely stretched past capacity, and I\u2019m way more prone to being late to things, and I concern myself that I\u2019m developing a reputation of being flaky and unreliable.\u00a0 Or just a typical parent maybe.\u00a0 Regardless, it goes against everything that I\u2019ve always put a lot of conscionable effort into maintaining, and I have a hard time dealing with the seemingly endless stress that comes with being up against the clock.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/p>\nA large part of my stress and anxieties over the last weekend were simply being up against a parade of clocks.\u00a0 Have to get #1 to dance class on time.\u00a0 With only a 45 minute class, there\u2019s no time for me to drive home in 12 minutes, be late for a 60 minute call, and then drive back 12 minutes to pick her up, so I take the call while at the dance studio and pray that I\u2019m not called on to speak which I\u2019m fortunate that it didn\u2019t really happen.\u00a0 Then I need to take #1 to camp, late, but it\u2019s all good because they knew she\u2019d be late.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\nGo home for 5 minutes so that I can check my work email and feel guilty for putting my job in the backseat , and then I have to then drive 30 minutes into the city for a stupid team-building event that I know that I can only stay for 45 minutes before I have to leave in order to go pick up my kid from camp.\u00a0 Get #1, get her home and into nap, while I check my work email for another 5 minutes, before I have to start rushing to pack shit for the trip, knowing that I have only like an hour to pack a ton of shit before we need to get out the door before Atlanta traffic eviscerates us and puts us in a position of being too close to check our bags and risk missing our flight.<\/span><\/p>\nGet out the door, late, of course, and then there\u2019s a ton of traffic anyway because Atlanta sucks.\u00a0 Oh shit, there\u2019s a call I need to be on, so I dial in, and unfortunately this time I\u2019m called upon several times, to which I\u2019m only on the phone and not at the computer I really should be at, so I have to feel like an asshole and explain that I\u2019m not at my computer and look like a flake, while I\u2019m trying not to lose my shit sitting in bumper to bumper traffic while we\u2019re ticking closer and closer to being too late to check bags and miss our flight.<\/span><\/p>\nArrive at the airport and it\u2019s a shit storm of people, and logistics don\u2019t apply there, but my wife lies to a traffic rent-a-cop in order to get him to move cones and allow us to actually drop shit off and I\u2019m trying not to blow my lid.\u00a0 On accident, I find a fairly good and really convenient parking spot that allows me use of the sky bridge to circumvent a lot of the ATL airport traffic bullshit and I\u2019m in the airport, and thank the heavens I\u2019m able to check my bag, which turned out to be the best event of the day.<\/span><\/p>\nBut by now, we\u2019re cutting it extremely close by the time we get through security, and when we get to our gate, they\u2019re already boarding, so we have no time to send #1 to the bathroom in advance, or pick up any food for any of us.\u00a0 The flight is shit, but at least by this point, the day\u2019s clock races have all stopped for the most part, and it\u2019s just an unpleasant evening at my dad\u2019s place instead.<\/span><\/p>\nThe following day was a logistical nightmare of driving back and forth several times prior to #2\u2019s birthday party.\u00a0 Drop off wife to restaurant 30 minutes away.\u00a0 Drive back home to pick up MIL and kids 30 minutes.\u00a0 Drive back to the restaurant 30 minutes away.\u00a0 All in the span of 70 minutes, in order to be on time for our own fucking party.<\/span><\/p>\nAfter the party the pressure is off a little bit, but by the time the evening is around, I have to pick up mythical wife from Maryland 60 miles away, and there\u2019s a clock over my head in knowing that by the time she\u2019s situated and I\u2019m back at my mom\u2019s place, I\u2019ll have maybe at most, three hours to sleep before I need to wake up in order to get back to the airport.<\/span><\/p>\nThe following morning has its own battles with time as our flight is at 7 am, and we need to really be at the airport by 5 am in order to make sure our bags are checked within 90+ minutes of the flight, but we miss that deadline too but are fortunate that everyone at the airline doesn\u2019t feel like power tripping and allows for it.<\/span><\/p>\nFinally we get home and for at least a little bit, the clocks are off, except for the fact that mythical wife\u2019s first day of school begins the next day, and it\u2019s never a good idea for me to stay up too late on a school night.\u00a0 By then, the weekend is all but completely lost, and somewhere in the aether, The Clock King is laughing maniacally at just how much hell he put me and my family through for a weekend and just how much jobbing I did dealing the stress and anxiety.<\/span><\/p>\nAnd that\u2019s just one instance of The Clock King whooping my ass.\u00a0 One of countless times at this point, and the obvious reality is that he\u2019s doing this to tons of people, concurrently, over and over again, all across the world.<\/span><\/p>\nI don\u2019t have a lot of want for things these days, frankly I rarely ever have.\u00a0 But the next time anyone asks me what I want, I really just want to say that I just want to have a day, where there are absolutely zero clocks to concern myself about.\u00a0 I\u2019d like to sleep in until my body doesn\u2019t want to sleep in.\u00a0 Whenever I wake up, I would like to have a good cup of coffee and a hearty breakfast.\u00a0 No rushing, no schedules, no real engagements that require me to be somewhere at a specific 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