Well, here we are again. I You survived another week. Who would have thought?
A very long week, where every day was a new episode in the never-ending saga of “What is all these?”.
A very short week, filled with “ooooooh no, not again”, then you spent half the day untangling one complicated mess after another.
Monday came with the usual “ah, here we go again”. You didn’t need an alarm, cos life woke you up. “Arise and shine go be a useful adult”, it said.
You’re awake but gathering the motivation to get up. That’s when you realise that if Adam and Eve had never eaten that apple, maybe life would have been easier. But then again, it’s not like we’d all be here without them. But for this Monday, you shall put the blame on them.
Tuesday was no better; it’s like that more annoying second-born. Somewhere between 10 and 11 a.m., you started having existential thoughts. “Why am I here? Why should I work? What is the point?”. Oh, right, bills!
Energy levels were not too high or too low, and you started considering whether a career change to a professional cuddler is feasible.
Spoiler: that’s actually a real job.
By mid-week, you’re basically a zombie, but not the cool, fast-moving kind. More like the slow, groaning type that gets stuck behind an unlocked door.
You wish life were a bus so you could tell it to drop you at the next stop so you can catch your breath and continue the journey with the next bus. But it’s not. Or maybe it is, but the only time you’re dropping from this bus is when you drop de*d. But you won’t, not yet. You’ll live long, drag yourself out of bed every week and keep it moving because you must, and there’s nothing you can do about it.
They say it gets better as you get older. No, it doesn’t. I asked some old folks.
They say it gets better as you get more power. No, it doesn’t. I asked the president.
They say it gets better as you make more money. No, it doesn’t, I asked a rich man.
But in his words, he added, “Or maybe it does, but it also gets more complicated. It’s like being on a treadmill at an incline of 15 and a speed of 6. It’s difficult, and you like that it’s high intensity. But you also hate that it’s killing you, and while you don’t want to slow down, you wish it were easier.”
You silently wished you didn’t have to work. But what would you rather do with your time? Play games all day like a loser? Or travel the world? With which whose money?
Thursday was the worst. The week was almost ending; you’re happy but also nervous because the to-do list hadn’t reduced since Monday. Felt like you’d been busy doing nothing all week. At this point, you’re negotiating with yourself like, “If I can just get through this week, I will treat myself to something nice”. Ssshhh… you won’t.
But it’s Friday, and we survived the week, so maybe we should celebrate it. How about a party? Oh, you’re too tired to stand up. We’ve been running all week, but somehow, we’re not at the finish line. The reward? A couple of days to reset the madness before it all starts again. Let’s do the happy dance.
Nevertheless, here’s to surviving the week. Maybe we’ll enjoy this weekend. Maybe we won’t. And maybe next week will be better, or at least different. Or maybe it won’t. Either way, we’ll be here, in good health, rambling to ourselves, finding the humour in the absurdity of it all. Because, really, what else can we do?