An Ode to Monday

Hello, dear reader, how does your Monday go?

Mine goes as all Mondays go....slow and steady. You know, I think the amount of hate that Monday gets is kind of unfair. If you really sit there and think about it, Monday is the most consistent day of the week.

Consistent how? I'm glad you asked.

According to the social norm of the world, Fridays signal the start of the weekend and Mondays signal the start of the zombie apocalypse a.k.a life. Fridays is the day everyone can kick back and relax. You can go off and enjoy time with your family, friends, or significant others. Or if you are the type of person who gets along better with the carrot than you do with other people then you can stay home and enjoy your "me" time. The point is Fridays free you from the trap of life whereas Mondays rope you right back in.

TGIF.

In other words, Mondays suck. Hence the annoyed fat cat.

Apart from each of us having two nostrils to breathe, we all hate Mondays. It does not matter where you reside on this lovely planet, whether you are a millionaire or a hobo, a student or a parent, peanut butter or jelly, chances are you hate Mondays too.

Even Rebecca Black.

Fun Fact: If you ever find yourself in an awkward situation and have absolutely nothing to say, striking up a conversation about how much you hate Mondays can get you out of it! Or the nostrils. Whatever you feel most comfortable in.

Now, the question to really ponder here is why? Why is there a burning ball of rage inside of us when it comes to Monday?

And of course I am going to answer my own question without any input from you.

Because, dear reader, Mondays force us to go back to work. This day of the week forces us to acknowledge the concept of life and work. Monday is the reality that reminds us of the fact that we need to function and produce results if we still want to exist.

Here is the breakdown of a relationship between a human and Monday: The weekend is like the honeymoon phase, where you are in a world of your own and anything that the Friday does you find adorable because Friday is your bae. Monday is when the real relationship starts, that when you start to become annoyed and wanting some space and practicing the "it's not you, it's me," speech.

But the truth of the matter is, dear reader, if it wasn't for the realism Monday forces us to accept then our identities would be indeed questionable.

N'est ce pas? (Putting the Grade 5 French to good practice!)

So, Monday, I think it's about time you started receiving some love. Rebecca Black, I'm counting on you to get the ball rolling.

Until Friday, dear reader.

isheeza