Oh. Well in that case, we have an opposite to Groundhog Day.
It’s called autism.
or just “living a boring life.”
I thought the “opposite of Groundhog Day” was going to be that each time you wake up, it’s a different day. Which of course is preposterous.
Yeah, that’s just crazy talk, a conspiracy by the calender companies.
Someone’s been eating kozmik pizza.
A normal person doesn’t promise that that won’t eat a Big Mac on the day their mother dies to respect her request. A normal person doesn’t eat a Big Mac every single day. What is normal anyway?
Or OCD.
Now you’re talking semantics.
Imagine a Forrest Gump-like person, who is living a boring life, driving to a boring job, experiencing a boring day. Except, this Forrest Gump-like person is more like Phil Conners. He drinks a cup of coffee, or he eats a Big Mac like Don Gorske, or he reads the newspaper, and he does it every single day. So this person could be in the lobby of a bank drinking his daily cup of coffee when a hostage situation develops:
Boring? I don’t think so.
Freudian Slit, I’m saying that this person is unfazed by blizzards, power outages, assasinations, riots, protests, traffic jams, bad news, good news, no news, not getting enough sleep, ect. ect. ect. - as long as they have their coffee/newspaper/Big Mac/ ect.
OK, so some kind of OCD like others are saying. What does that have to do with Groundhog Day, though? It seems like you would have made a more understandable thread if you’d posted something like, “Does anyone know people who absolutely have to stick to a routine?”
I kinda thought you’d be going in a different direction with this.
Picture a guy who’s just started breakfast when he’s interrupted with bad news – riots, protests, assassinations, whatever – and so he anxiously listens to the radio when rushing off to work, where he spends the day struggling to help solve problems all over town in between saving lives by doing his job, skipping lunch while exhausting himself until he passes out at sunset after donating blood.
And then he wakes up the next morning and – it’s the same day again, and he knocks himself out anew trying to do a better job of helping people this time around. And again. And again. And he never once stays awake long enough to see his team play when Monday Night Football rolls around.
And finally the day comes when he realizes the error of his ways; this time, he’s going to savor his breakfast. He’s going to finish the newspaper, and even do the crossword puzzle, before treating himself to a day off: going for a leisurely stroll – and pointedly walking right past that bank robbery he could’ve foiled – before taking a long hot bath, and then grabbing a burger when heading out to shoot pool at a sports bar, where he’ll (a) hustle folks out of their money while knocking back a succession of beers and then (b) sleep with a much drunker sorority girl, who’ll regret it in the morning but, hey, who gives a crap? He’s treating himself, sure as he watched his team beat the point spread; the universe can now move on.
I have to say, this is probably the most bizarre thread I’ve ever read on the SDMB. And this misunderstanding:
is probably the most bizarre malapropism I’ve ever seen from a native English speaker.
Carry on!
Please explain how this would work. How does a person, in real life, restart their day whenever they want? Time is forever moving forward in real life. Things happen. A person can do the same things thing after day, but the real world moves on. He’s not really getting a redo on a day that’s already happened. He’s really starting another day. I do get what you meant in your OP, but your question about this really happening to someone in the real world is bollocks to say the least.
Ok, I’m starting to get it…
Is there some supernatural element at play here? Maybe he can’t be killed before his coffee… or no one sees him until reads his paper… or something?
Because otherwise you’re just describing a guy with a behavioral disorder, and while certainly someone might experience it, I can’t see any relation at all to the movie Groundhog Day.
Are you experiencing something like this, OP? Are you unable to proceed until we solve this thread? 
Maybe the opposite of Groundhog Day is watching the movie Groundhog Day over and over and, even though it’s the same film each time, finding something new in it with each viewing?
I’ve certainly experienced that.
When I was in college I came home one afternoon really hungry because I hadn’t had time to eat lunch that day. I grabbed a Twinkie, went to the living room and ate my twinkie while just gazing out the window. My apartment looked out over a frontage road, then a very busy road, then another frontage road with a series of restaurants. I stood there feeling that everything was ok with the world casually thinking about some of the classes I had come from and about what I needed to do after I finished eating my twinkie. A girl emerged from one of the restaurants running across the parking lot towards the road. I watched her without really seeing her. She got to the frontage road, tripped, got up and kept running. Yet still - it didn’t dawn on me what I was seeing. Finally as she neared the road another person I hadn’t seen ran up to her and tackled her before she could get any further. At this point it was like a light switch flicked on in my brain “WTF!!!”. I’ve wondered about that day ever since - near as I can figure she was so far away while she was running it never really registered as something I needed to pay attention to to break my current train of thought - everything else was completely ordinary. But there I stood, casually eating a twinkie and daydreaming while watching a girl try to run into heavy traffic and not realizing anything was wrong until it was all over. That may be close to what you’re thinking of - I was in a routine and unfazed by what I was seeing. However - I think if she was on my side of the road and closer I’d have noticed what I was seeing right away. I’ve always wondered just what was going on - a very strange thing with no resolution.
Yes, a Faustian bargain: You shall never die on any day so long as you read the paper or drink a cup of coffee or eat a Big Mac every single day from this day forward, and with each day, with each cup of coffee finished, with each paper read, or with each Big Mac eaten, you will be - one cup of coffee, one newspaper, or one Big Mac - one day closer to getting your soul back. The price? You will experience each and every day as just another day, just another day to read your paper or just another day to have your cup of coffee or just another day to eat your Big Mac. You cannot choose the Big Mac. That has already been chosen. If you cannot bear the prospect of facing another cup of coffee or another newspaper then do not read your paper or do not drink your coffee and you will die, maybe not on that day but on another day, and your soul will be mine.
Does that mean Don Gorske has a behavioral disorder? Why can’t you see Don Gorske as similar to Phil Conners? Look at this article:
Seriously, who does that? I am fascinated by anyone like that. What exactly is he experiencing? Certainly not the act of eating the Big Mac, certainly not the memory of eating 25,000 Big Macs, certainly not what 3pm felt like 39 years ago! (To make it conflated, it wasn’t just 39 years of eating a Big Mac every single day; it was also his retirement party, marking 25 years since working at the Waupun Correctional Institution.) More like what Frazzled wrote:
Best username/post combination ever! Also, that’s the Twinkie defense. 
I’m not necessarily experiencing something like this. I look at people like Don Gorske in awe. Just the certainty of it: like tomorrow, Don Gorske will eat a Big Mac, bearing a nuclear war or an asteroid hitting the earth. As was pointed out in the article, “If he lives until the age of 86, the total will be 40,000.” That’s certainty.
Or eating kozmik Big Macs. 
I’m using the word “commence” to mean begin and I’m using the word “commence” to mean end.
begin: “I read my paper, I am on time at work, and I am ready *to begin **my *day.”
end: “No time to read my paper, I got to be on time for work, I’ll read my paper after work, and *I will end **my *day.”
While I’m not a medical professional, you, it does appear this guy has some mental issues, maybe OCD or something. I don’t see him like Phil in any way whatever. Phil had this repeating day imposed on him and for a long time he was desperately trying to escape it.
If there’s anyone in the film close to Don Gorske it’s the unseen godlike being who fucks with time and makes Phil repeat the day over and over.
Well, that seems reasonable enough. I’m using the word “reasonable” to mean “idiotic”, of course.
Huh… so it’s like shalom and aloha, then.
OK, just so you know that you’re the only one who thinks it means two opposite things…
Like nivlac, I’m not sure how a person like this is restarting their day whenever they want. Does this magical, Faustian newspaper start the day or end it, or what? It sounds like you’re using start and end interchangeably.
What is the difference between this
and this
?
So you can only read your paper first thing in the morning (presumably immediately after waking, while still in bed) or last thing in the evening (presumably immediately before sleeping, while lying in bed)?
The Groundhog aspect of this escapes me.