I really don't like Monday. And it's not for the same reasons that most people do. I was actually quite excited to come to work today. Don't ask why. I haven't been excited for work in a long time and it actually feels pretty good. You probably want me to say that I had an inspiring weekend or some kind of epiphany that put me in such a good mood. No offense to my friends for taking me out to dinner for my birthday and giving me "Where the Wild Things Are". I think I can attribute my feelings for this Monday to my pills. I'm up to 6 pills now that I must take every morning to function properly. I have two pills for depression, two for anxiety, one for heartburn, one to help me concentrate, and who knows, maybe there will be more in the future. I have always thought that taking a pill for all the things that bother you was a sign of weakness. But I must say I feel pretty damn good right now. I'm happy. I haven't been able to say that for a few years now. Each week brought new problems for me. Kids, school, work, bills, housework, keeping my wife sane and happy. I have been taking all of these things on my own shoulders and dealing with them myself. These pills have helped me sort through my life and get my head on straight. Back to Mondays.
Monday is that day that makes you realize that everything you did over the weekend was really just a fantasy and this is real life. Kinda sucks to realize that your life consists of working, getting frustrated, getting angry, having arguments, taking breaks to breathe, figuring out how to get through the last hour of the day so that you can go sit in traffic for an hour to get home where you are greeted by children who are happy to see you (which doesn't last long, I'll explain), a dirty house because the kids didn't do their chores (there you go), dinner has to be made because I'm the cook. If I don't do it we end up having chili or soup at 8:30 pm when the kids should be in bed. When I get to settle down at 9 or 9:30 to watch some TV I usually get about an hour or so to watch and then it's off to bed to start all over the next day. Now the next day is never as hard. And each day gets better until Friday rolls around and the fantasy of living free returns. That's why Mondays suck. That's just how I feel.
But like I said at the beginning I was very excited to come into work today. Yes it's Monday and it goes against everything I just said but I feel happy, I feel good, I feel calm. It's going to be a good day.
Thanks for reading.
The shackles of the daily grind are an inevitable part of existence, unless and until one can gather enough capital to buy his freedom. By that time, I wonder if we will be too old and infirm to really enjoy it. They say that youth is wasted on the young, but I think the corollary must be that wealth is wasted on the old.
ReplyDeleteSo, until that day, we just steal away whatever freedom we can get when we can get it. I think I know how you feel, because I feel that way too.