A week full of mondays

Monday is the most depressing day of the week, in my opinion.

My entire week is hell of great and worst rides. Great rides on some things. The rest are the worst.

Weirdly saying, Tuesday’s my first day of the week. It is the day where I usually talk and talk. Seemingly, a full powered battery and a bunch of energy drinks are an exact metaphor of my tuesday mood. People usually stare at me and think of what’s wrong. Apparently, they are not used to see me talking. Well this is the simple logic: I do what I think I must not and I must because I do.  In this day, I make weird things happen. Like yelling at random people, cursing trashcans, talking to myself in public, laughing and crying at the same time.   Sometimes I just find myself slapping my face, hard. I know it’s wrong but it is so much satisfying. Tuesday is the day where everybody seems to trigger the weird me.
Wednesday, this day reveals my nerdy personality. Early in the morning, I go to school very excitedly. Given that I am always late at school, this day continues to give my classmates a big question mark on what’s my energizing breakfast. I can’t help myself but to read and read everything. Books, notes, memos, signposts, letters, streetsigns, advertisements, flyers, newspapers, you name it. And I even love to read everything that is unreadable, like instructions for use on soaps and shampoos. This day is not complete wearing my favorite green t-shirt, jeans, and my four-year old rugged shoes. Wednesday also requires me to wear my invisible eyeglasses for genius-look purposes making everyone threatened especially the nerdy ones. This is the most productive day of my week, so far so good. Aha! When in wednesday.
Thursday, let me spell this day out. T-H-I-R-S-T-D-A-Y, thirstday. It’s the day of my very own hunger celebration. I can say that thursday helps me think that poverty and hunger is a serious problem of the world and that climate change and global warming is directly proportional to stress and burnout. In this very day, I am easily distracted by many little things. Everything is uncontrolled. First thing in the morning, I would stare at the mirror to see myself irritated by what creature I just look at. Next is my stingy shoes and the fact that I have no footsocks to wear. This day is also the day where I feel like a hundred degree celcius heat index is currently swirling inside my head. Thursday makes my hungry personality come out. I want to eat everything I crave for, well of course my fingernails are on the list. Eating what I want satisfies my innerman. Luckily, at the end of the day, my mood is just one step closer to my normal self.
Friday, some would say this is the happiest day of the week. T-G-I-F! But I wouldn’t agree with that. Friday is my average day of the week. Everything is normal on its twenty-four hour span of time. In the morning, I take a shower, dress then I’m all set. Normal. Going to school ‘normally’, listening to boring lectures all day. Going home. Normal. Getting a healthy eight to ten hours of sleep. Not normal. And then, zzzZZ.
When I woke up, it’s 11:00 A.M of a Saturday morning. Panic starts giving me a rush to do every household chores. Like ahm ahm and ahm, okay. Please just stop lying. The truth is that the panic gives me a rush to… check my phone’s messages, emails, facebook notifications, and all the social media platforms I’ve joined in. This day will I call the ‘Social Media Day’, where I can be a half-eyed awake scrolling my newsfeeds. ‘Being updated is never a final frontier’ would be my life principle in Saturdays. From the name of the day itself, it’s SAT DAY where I sat all day holding my cellular phone. This is also my vain day. Where I adore myself verily at the mirror. Oh my goodness, is this why a friend called me a narcissistic psycho? But anyways, this day is my very own ‘face appreciation day’, where everbody thinks I am inlove… with myself.
Sunday, my most favorite day of the week. The day where I can be the real me. The regular church attender. I love attending the church, not to see people but to hear God’s word. Hearing a lot of preaching makes my spiritual life healthy. God inspires me to write poems, compositions, articles, and my very own Grace Revolt, Recalled Article on my wordpress account. (visit via http://www.wernerjunio.wordpress.com)

Monday is the most depressing day of the week, in my opinion.

It is a day of my life reflection. My heart organizes a social gathering with my brain and the other parts of my system called the ‘pity party’. My heart gives me a lot of ridiculous reasons to be sad. This day is my charging day, where I need to be plugged to a socket. I need to regain my energy.

I need to talk to myse… someone.

Need to talk to someone.

Yes, I need someone.

Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday. Those are my different emotions. A different versions of myself. Traits that define me, emotionally. Days of my personalities. 

Tuesday, choosing to laugh despite of pain.

Wednesday, when I strive hard.

Thursday, thirst for attention of other people.

Friday,  tired of trying.

Saturday, seeking for rest.

Sunday, a little sunshine of hope.

Don’t you get it? I needed someone. I needed you. And I can’t wait to see a new week where all day’s a monday. But here I am, tired of chasing another week without you. I know, this pain would only last for a second so I am leaving now, for good. I wish this rope in my head would mean a lifetime of happiness.

I wish that there will be a week full of mondays.


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  1. Cool breakdown of your weekly routine. The funny things is, I think you have a gift for captivating your readers. I was surprisingly able to get to the end of the post without even realizing it. Nice! 👍

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