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Sunday, 19 July 2015

# 10 - That time of the week

Forget the Monday morning blues, it's the Sunday evening sadness that gets to me.

It's a lot like the sun setting by the beach, the view is spectacular, but there's a melancholy to it, a part of you is sad, and you don't know the reason.

I don't do much on Sundays, and that's an overstatement, I do nothing actually, and quite enjoy doing nothing at all, but as evening approaches, a vacuum seems to engulf me.

As I mentioned in my earlier post, it probably could be because of the realisation of the futility of it all, but I suspect that that's not the case. It could be anything, or nothing.

It's the complete opposite of a Friday evening, when little can keep you down, it's not as if you have plans for the weekend or something to look forward to, it's probably got to do with the entire potential of it all. There's 48 hours which YOU have, spend it in whatsoever fashion you like.

There's a spring in your step and a song on your lips (yes, that cliched), as opposed to the mindless zombie facade you sport two days later.

The irony is, irrespective of what you do during your weekend, you end up feeling the same way as the dreaded hour approaches, I can't recall a happy Sunday.

Nothing, absolutely nothing I do can shake off the feeling, it's as if my brain is programmed to be unhappy.

Cometh the hour, cometh the sadness.

Pardon me for using 'you' throughout the post, most people I know seem to hate the Mondays more, but I am hoping that probably a few readers (yes, there are a few, more on that in the next para) would probably agree with me on this.

On a positive note, I am starting to see the number of visitors on the blog increase, whether it's by accident ('Damn, this isn't the site I was looking for') or by choice ('let's see what the #$@%@%# has written this time'), I don't know, but if there's a particular topic that excites you, or if you like any of the posts over here, do let me know.

Until the next post, goodbye.

1 comment:

  1. I hate Sunday! It’s my least favorite day of the week. I wake up feeling sad and as the day progresses I feel even worse thinking about the week ahead.