Do you have any idea how hard Sunday is for me?! It’s harsh. Cold. Miserable. Down right awful! I have no doubt that you guys can relate to this one.
The weekend is never long enough. I actually wish that we had 4 day weeks, instead of the dreaded 5. I am certain that everyone would be a lot more happier. Don’t get me wrong; I cherish my Sunday’s. It’s where I can catch up on reading, blogging, and generally be super lazy. And boy do I love me a lazy day! On those days I don’t even get out of my pj’s. It’s bliss I tell ya. Pure bliss! But Sunday evening is an unnecessary cruel torturous bastard. One where I do not wish to participate in any more. The hours seem to go by quick. I feel rushed for some reason. Like I’m looking at a sand timer of doom. Each grain slips through and it’s closer to Monday. My feelings for Sunday have worsened throughout the months. I think that’s partly because I am becoming even more unsatisfied with my job. So it makes Sunday evenings really hard. I will go so far as to say that I hate Sundays even more than Monday mornings. That says a lot doesn’t it.
And who ever thought of this quote…
…is a moron. Yeah I said it. And I meant it! My Sunday evenings fester dread and unhappiness. The only content feeling I get is when it’s actually Friday.
So Sunday, you have turned into a melancholy day for me. One where I am torn into two blobs. My feelings range from happiness that I get another day to sleep in. Excited, that I get to go out and explore if I wanted to. Trepidation, as the hours dwindle away. To down right sadness as the night becomes late.
Lionel Richie may be right in some ways that it’s ‘Easy like Sunday Morning’. But Johnny Cash said it best with ‘Sunday Morning Coming Down’…
“On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I’m wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
‘Cause there’s something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there’s nothing short a’ dying
That’s half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.”
It sure is a miserable torturous kind of day that plays upon my soul. And it has gotten me vex I tell you! VEX!