I try not to be negative. In fact, most of the time I’m annoyingly NOT negative. And, by that, I don’t mean positive. I mean…I’m, like, neutral and shit. I’ve been frequently compared to April on Parks and Rec if that tells you anything.
That being said. I would just like to say that Mondays really get the shaft in the whole “worst day of the week” thing. In my opinion, Mondays are certainly not the worst day of the week. No. That honor goes to effing Thursday.
And here is why:
You already know Monday is coming. Sunday night, you’re beginning to settle back into the work-week routine. You’re preparing yourself for Monday. You’re getting back into your schedule. You’re going to bed on time. You may even be giving yourself a little pep talk about how “this week” you’re going to be a-freaking-mazing. (Even though you always give this up before Monday even ends.) And there’s something almost refreshing about a new start.
But THURSDAY. You bastard. How dare you not be Friday? It has been a long ass week. A LONNNNNNG WEEK. And you’re going to tell me I still have two more long days ahead of me? No. NO. NOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
I mean, am I wrong? Come on. How many Thursdays have you gone through where you thought it was Friday, but it wasn’t. It was just stupid Thursday. And by this point in the week, you are dragging yourself through to Friday night. LETSBEHONEST. You’re already starting to think, “Well, next Monday I’ll change this and that and that and this and shit.”
So. I hate Thursdays. Because they are terrible. Because they aren’t Fridays. But they feel like they should be. But they aren’t. Now, if we could make the work week only four days instead of five…I’d love Thursdays.
And I would probably hate Wednesday.