Mondays

I don't know what it is about Mondays that everyone hates. It's just another day to me. It's a return to the grind of work and early mornings. Monday is a sober day. But what's so bad about that? If the weekend happened to continue through Monday, then we would all resent Tuesday. Saturday and Sunday reign supreme. Monday takes the fall and all the other days thank her for it.

People speak in mysterious ways. We find something subtly impressive and we call it AWESOME. We blow a little extra air from our nose and reply with an LOL. We exaggerate a situation and throw in a LITERALLY and all of a sudden it sounds dramatic. We dislike returning to work and we say we hate Mondays. Why?

Why do we ignore our innermost desires when we are so eager to satisfy our cravings? Perhaps because it scares us or would make life uncomfortable for a while. By all means, if your dream makes you uncomfortable then surely you ought to find a new one. Why live a single moment of unpleasantness when you have Pop tarts and Netflix to soothe your tired body? This way of living has kept you going for this long, so why stop now? Why fix what isn't broken? Let some one else change the world.

But who is going to change your world? Your mother? Your boyfriend? Your four cats? No. It's up to you. You decide whether you live or simply go on existing. You could finish that entire bag of Cheetos or you could bike through that forest trail on the other side of the river. You could drive a Mercedes or you could travel all over Europe. It doesn't cost as much as you think. You could live a passionate life. Or not. Actually, I think there's a new episode of Supernatural out. It would be easier to just watch that instead. Yeah, good plan.

Damn it. Tomorrow's Monday.