I absolutely loathe Sundays spent out and about. Sundays are meant to be spent in bed, cuddling or snuggling with your comforter, not leaving even for food or toilet needs. Not waking up early and forcing a smile on your face, meeting other equally miserable people who are tired out from a long week of work.
Think about it. EVERYONE else on Earth gets off on Sundays. The thought of commuting in too-packed trains and buses, the taxis are ALWAYS busy, the roads are always jammed. Everyone else in this tiny tiny island is also trying to get out of their homes and get a bit of enjoyment out of their only true rest day. Everyone else is out in full force, squeezing out every ounce of conceivable pleasure from our extremely limited choices of entertainment. All the good restaurants and eateries are overbooked and understaffed, and the lousy ones make use of this opportunity to take their own sweet time knowing that this is the ONE day that they have the upper hand.
AND THE WEATHER. Do not even get me started on the weather. It is either sweltering hot to the point where one can see actual heat waves rising from the tarmac, or so cold and wet and dreary that I actually once thought that I was in London. Today actually managed to be both. Find a middle ground maybe? What about those windy and bright yet not burning Sundays singers sang about? Where have they gone to?
Everyone thinks that because it is the last day of the weekend, we should make full use of it. Well, has anyone thought of the fact that it is in fact the prelude to the start of a new hectic long week? Maybe having a well rested Sunday would make us not hate Mondays so much? This mad rush to do something productive and accomplish something, just to not waste a day. WHY?! We're humans, and we need a breather!
I say from now on, we abandon all Sunday plans, and take this one day a week to just laze around in bed or on the couch, drinking wine and watching mindless television programs. In other words, nua.
PS. I'm not hating on weekdays cause technically they are SUPPOSED to suck. They are work days after all. Saturdays are fine in my book cause I hardly ever leave the house then.
Think about it. EVERYONE else on Earth gets off on Sundays. The thought of commuting in too-packed trains and buses, the taxis are ALWAYS busy, the roads are always jammed. Everyone else in this tiny tiny island is also trying to get out of their homes and get a bit of enjoyment out of their only true rest day. Everyone else is out in full force, squeezing out every ounce of conceivable pleasure from our extremely limited choices of entertainment. All the good restaurants and eateries are overbooked and understaffed, and the lousy ones make use of this opportunity to take their own sweet time knowing that this is the ONE day that they have the upper hand.
AND THE WEATHER. Do not even get me started on the weather. It is either sweltering hot to the point where one can see actual heat waves rising from the tarmac, or so cold and wet and dreary that I actually once thought that I was in London. Today actually managed to be both. Find a middle ground maybe? What about those windy and bright yet not burning Sundays singers sang about? Where have they gone to?
Everyone thinks that because it is the last day of the weekend, we should make full use of it. Well, has anyone thought of the fact that it is in fact the prelude to the start of a new hectic long week? Maybe having a well rested Sunday would make us not hate Mondays so much? This mad rush to do something productive and accomplish something, just to not waste a day. WHY?! We're humans, and we need a breather!
I say from now on, we abandon all Sunday plans, and take this one day a week to just laze around in bed or on the couch, drinking wine and watching mindless television programs. In other words, nua.
PS. I'm not hating on weekdays cause technically they are SUPPOSED to suck. They are work days after all. Saturdays are fine in my book cause I hardly ever leave the house then.
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