There is nothing good about Monday. I feel bad every time I think that, because then I realize, "Well, I could be dead, or in Cleveland, and then my Monday would be much worse." And then I feel bad for making fun of Cleveland in my head, because I actually liked it the one time I went there.
Even though I don't do much here, it's hard to escape the native smugness that comes with being from New York City. It is all going on here. The thing is, I don't want to do most of it. I'm pretty internal, and shows, shopping, and star-gazing just aren't my thing.
But even in New York, Mondays are absolutely for the birds. It starts with going to work, greeting everybody who I know is as unenthusiastic about seeing me as I am about them. It's nothing personal, but being around these people again means that I need to work some more, and there's nothing good about then. Then I feel bad for not loving my job, and not being more grateful to have a job.
I think I feel all this guilt on Mondays since I stopped going to church. I no longer have a socially acceptable outlet for inappropriate emotional outpourings, and therefore don't get this all out of my system on Sunday. I do go to church once a year or so, but that's because I still like the music. I generally knit or read during the sermon, and feel the eyes of the disapproving on me. I'm sure that if they were into the service my lack of attention wouldn't even show up on their radar, so I figure that they're as bored as me and just sad that they forgot to bring something to do.
I hope that I've helped them learned how to entertain oneself in church.Once I realize that I can be of use to others, I start to feel better. There, another Monday solved!