Sunday is the worst day! also the fear of Monday approaching

 okay, calm down hear me out first. first of all this all is opiniated, so you don’t have to agree.

These last few months, I had the opportunity to go to a typical office space for two weeks for a project, on typical office hours, well not so typical, it was 10 hours a day and what I noticed is man you don’t have any time left afterwards, you go in early, you come out late and the day is done, you have to do it every day for your entire life, now I get it why all my job doing bros are cranky all the time and wants to hangout at all the weird hours.

So, you know Monday is fine I guess, you get used to it after 11, Tuesday is okay too, trouble starts on Wednesday, that’s when you look for Friday, more so on Thursday morning, you can see it coming, it’s not that far, you plough through the Thursday and meets Friday, the best day of the week, the hope is reborn, the good times are about come, you get to eat daal chawal on extended break hours due to Friday prayers, it’s all good, comes the 4 o clock mark and you realize, you have to come on Saturdays too, because..no, there’s no reason other than the company is run by some stupid idiots who doesn’t like living, so you go home, call some friends, go out to let the steam go, the next day you go again to the office, now the first few hours will go exactly how they’re supposed to go, you sip your tea sitting on your desk looking at the screen, evaluating your life, kinda hating it but also kinda grateful you have work, meanwhile you’ll do some typing, checking email and stuff till the break. After break, that’s when the weird times begins, you’re excited as hell, but you also are thinking about all the chores you left for Sunday, also you don’t wanna think about any of that and just enjoy the feeling of Saturday evening, with all the jumbling thoughts in mind, it’s closing time.

You go home, all happy excited, smiling, you buy some cheap fruits for the family as you’re happy, you go on home, take shower, do what you want and go out, you leave all the chores for Sunday and just wanna enjoy the time, but the thing is you’re so tired of all the work throughout the week, you just sit at a chai hotel with your boys planning stuff and it’s already 2 in the morning, so you plan to meet at breakfast after fajr to go to the beach or cycling or basketball, you come home and think lemme just check some youtube as you’ve missed a lot of content of your fav creators, so just for 10 mins you open the app and when you realize, it’s already 4.30 and just an hour left for the breakfast meetup, you now have “accidently” put your phone on vibrate mode, and you fell a sleep, you wake up at 2 with 12 missed calls and 3 angry voice msgs, you just close them all and sleep again for a bit and now it’s 4, you wake up all angry, mum’s kinda angry too, you don’t hang around family much, sis is waiting for you to bring her the art supplies, navigating through all you go to the shower, just as you apply the shampoo, the water runs out, you somehow clean yourself, get’s out, have something to eat and it’s asar time already, you go to the masjid, pray and while coming back, try to do a lousy job on chores, have tea and it’s maghrib. That’s when it really hits you, you’ve wasted the whole day and did nothing, all the dreams ruined and now you again think about your life and all the things you couldn’t do because the weekend is just not enough, the fear of Monday approaching makes it even worse, you watch some Sunday football, go out again for a bit and when you’re about to doze off you remember the pull up bar that you were supposed to install last Sunday so you could at least get some exercise without making extra effort, then you think I’ll do it next Sunday and turn off hoping for some cool sweet dreams, in hope of the next Sunday being productive and fun,

You must be thinking, but why do you hate Sunday, it’s because of the hope, everyother week, it’s the same empty hope that Sunday brings and just shatters them all while leaving us with a sad Sunday night, the hope, that’s what makes the Sunday the worst.

ya understand now ?