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It's Monday
Apr. 12th, 2004 07:53 pmMondays are, by some vastly accepted rule, the worse day to start the week by and, of course, they're also loathed and dreaded by many. Mondays mean the weekend is over and waking up early (something I personally have always had great difficulty with) is back on the menu for the rest of the week. Mondays mean that the fun is over and the toil is about to begin. Oh, it also means lunae dies or moon day. But that's not the point. There isn't one, but one could argue that Mondays are evil.
Really.
I have a theory that Mondays, officially the second day of the week have some kind of complex and do much lashing out because of that. You know? Like: If I have to be reviled for being the start of the workweek, then I want to be the first day! Since I can't be the first day (obviously Sunday gets that distinction), I'm gonna be the worse day! (I kind of sympathize; wouldn't you be sore if you had to deal with the world thanking the Lord for Friday every single week and all you got were grumblings? I won't even get into the whole sun as the male symbol coming before the moon, pretty much female.)
It's not like Saturday and Sunday have ever been followed by anything but Monday. What did we think? That the weekend would last forever? Should we be surprised when it doesn't and Monday wakes us up and crashes us back to reality like a very loud & annoying alarm clock? How many weeks do we have to go through until we resign ourselves to the fact that Monday does come after Sunday and no amount of whining/grumbling/crying is going to change that? Perhaps if there could be a miracle. Yeah. Right. That would do it. Oooh, but then what about the joy of when a convenient holiday changes Monday into Sunday - the Sequel? It makes a world of difference and puts me in an instant good mood. Mind you, the same can't be said when it's a Friday. It's like we sort of expect Fridays to be something of a lazy day anyway, so when it's a no work day? Nah, not the same thing by far. But a Monday with nothing to do but veg in front of the tube? Now we are talking about bliss.
So it's Monday. It's not a holiday. I'll just close my eyes and pretend it's over already.
Really.
I have a theory that Mondays, officially the second day of the week have some kind of complex and do much lashing out because of that. You know? Like: If I have to be reviled for being the start of the workweek, then I want to be the first day! Since I can't be the first day (obviously Sunday gets that distinction), I'm gonna be the worse day! (I kind of sympathize; wouldn't you be sore if you had to deal with the world thanking the Lord for Friday every single week and all you got were grumblings? I won't even get into the whole sun as the male symbol coming before the moon, pretty much female.)
It's not like Saturday and Sunday have ever been followed by anything but Monday. What did we think? That the weekend would last forever? Should we be surprised when it doesn't and Monday wakes us up and crashes us back to reality like a very loud & annoying alarm clock? How many weeks do we have to go through until we resign ourselves to the fact that Monday does come after Sunday and no amount of whining/grumbling/crying is going to change that? Perhaps if there could be a miracle. Yeah. Right. That would do it. Oooh, but then what about the joy of when a convenient holiday changes Monday into Sunday - the Sequel? It makes a world of difference and puts me in an instant good mood. Mind you, the same can't be said when it's a Friday. It's like we sort of expect Fridays to be something of a lazy day anyway, so when it's a no work day? Nah, not the same thing by far. But a Monday with nothing to do but veg in front of the tube? Now we are talking about bliss.
So it's Monday. It's not a holiday. I'll just close my eyes and pretend it's over already.
