[ WP ] Groundhog 's Day except everyone remembers .

It never ends, this shit. 
 
 I mean I get it, the government does the best that they can, trying to track down where every serial rapist and murderer will wake up. There just are n't enough people willing to go around interviewing people and track the bastards' days in reverse. The good ones that are left, the ones who are willing to try, they eventually get assigned to detaining the worst of them. 
 
 
 It's the same day, but we're getting older. Our bodies are n't changing, but you can see it people's eyes. We've all seen the world, or at least one day's snapshot of it. I'll never see the New River Gorge bridge when the fog rolls in, and I'll never see another volcano erupt, but that's because I stay away from Mount St. Helens ( although my heart goes out to the emergency responders who rotate which people they can save in time ). You wan na see hopelessness? Talk to the people who wake up every morning and try to explain to their kids that they're going to burn to death or be suffocated by ash at 12:43 every day but Tuesdays ( not to say that Tuesday really exists, but you get the point ). They'll tell their kids `` This is all pretend. Only Tuesdays are real,'' and they'll pretend to believe their kids when they stare out the window and answer, `` Okay.'' Those people are pretty much the only ones that still fly these days. The airlines, like most businesses, stopped charging after the first month of today, but not many people fly any more. You'd think that no one would work anymore, but it actually keeps a lot of people sane. They just do n't charge anymore, because the concept of money makes this all too cruel to some people. Not that it matters, I only know one person religious enough not to have killed herself yet. She's been raped and murdered a few times ( like the rest of us ), but that only hardened her resolve to keep living -- keep helping people. She still believes this is an elaborate test, and I envy her. 
 
 
 I also envy the people who make my coffee every evening at the library, where I go to practice my fluency in the few languages I still have n't perfected. My mom's one of the sleepers. Some people just ca n't handle these things. They've seen too much, or not enough, I do n't know. They wake up, check the weather, and if they do n't see rain, snow, sun, or whatever it is they are n't used to seeing, they just go back to bed. They do n't even eat breakfast. 
 
 Tomorrow's today, I'll wake up, eat breakfast, say goodbye to the family, run a mediocre marathon and finish with a stress fracture since my body never changes. Then I'll go ahead and volunteer with whatever world problem we'll pretend to solve that day. I'll find someone new to sleep with. Someone who still smiles when they go out. We'll get just the right amount of drunk and fuck somewhere outdoors with a view. and see how close we can make it to sunrise. No one ever has, and we'll wonder why. 
 
 
 Then, then I'll wake up next to my wife, and we'll exchange stories.
