Think about it. We are voluntarily giving up sixty minutes of precious, precious sleep. For what? So the sun sticks around until 8 PM? Is that really worth a Monday where you feel like a zombie who forgot how coffee works?
I mean, I love long evenings as much as the next person. But the transition? It’s brutal. You spend the first three days of “spring forward” wondering why the sun is screaming at you at 7 AM while you’re still trying to find your pants.
And don’t even get me started on the kids. They don’t care about daylight saving. They just know their bedtime suddenly feels wrong. Good luck explaining “spring forward” to a toddler who just wants to watch Bluey at 9 PM.
Wait, Does Everyone Do This?
Here’s where it gets silly. Not everyone plays this game. Arizona and Hawaii just look at the rest of us and laugh. They’re like, “Nah, we’re good with our normal clocks, thanks.”
Also, the entire world isn’t in on it. Europe does their “spring forward” a few weeks later, in late March. So while you’re complaining about losing that hour, your friend in London is still blissfully sleeping in. Rude.
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The UK, for example, shifts their clocks on the last Sunday of March. So if you’re booking a call with someone across the pond, expect chaos. Time zones are already confusing. We don’t need this extra layer of “Wait, did they do it yet?” energy.
