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Monday, 23 July 2007

They Call It Monday Blues For A Reason

I'm not usually a big follower on 'okay, this is Saturday so you have to go out, you got to, you just have to!!! You stay at home, and you call yourself a normal human being?! Shame on you! You gotta go out!!! You just have to!!!! It's WEEKEND!!!', and by this time, you probably would have packed all your belongings, go out for good and never return just to shut me up.

What I'm saying is, I don't care what day is today, I will go out whenever I want to, and I will stay at home whenever my kidney feels like it. I have more than pathetic lonely weekends, mind you, and I am normal, aren't I? Last time I checked, I still have body parts equivalent to a normal person, so I must still be normal. I'm sure I even still own a functioning brain! I swear! Just because it's weekend and everything, doesn't mean that God-forbids, I can't snuggle up in bed and drool over Vince Vaughn and John Cusack, right?

Hey, don't be wary, this stay-home-saturday-weekend-thing is just an example. To prove a point that I'm not dictated by days! (except, Wednesday night, cos on that particular night, I can get in any clubs for free, and I'm not exactly swimming with money so I find it a very good deal for me, as well as for my wallet, and so I don't go out on that day because it's Wednesday, but because Wednesday comes with many offers that I, as a girl, sometimes just can't seem to refuse because I'm not exactly swimming in money and if on Monday, Tuesday and Thursday I also can get everything for free, I would certainly make the most of it and go on those days too, so in the end of the day, I won't even go out on Wednesday anymore, and when you think about it, Wednesday will be nothing more than just a day of the week and I wouldn't even remember the word 'wednesday' anymore and I can mention 'wednesday' without blinking as if it holds no emotional value whatsoever but because the great deal only comes on Wednesday and I'm not exactly swimming with money, I.............)

Holy cow!! Please tell me I didn't just humiliate and lower myself to the ground.

I will just go straight to the point! (and yes, I do have one!)

This day, unlike any other day, I feel grumpy, sleepy, tired, unenergized, fat,.... (you're welcomed to insert other negative adjectives in here.) And I just couldn't figure out why. I wasn't necessarily lacking sleep, or did some extreme sports just to make me feel so exhausted and tired, and I didn't know why I was so grumpy or why I wanted to say shit to everyone, or why I didn't give a crap about anyone's business.

And then my class started, and by the time break came, everyone sighed and lied their heads on the tables, snoring and dreamingly making their way to heaven. And then it hit me that it happened not only to me. But apparently some other breathing beings were feeling the same thing too. And then another lighting stroke me.

It is, indeed, Monday.

Now whether this bad-tiring-grumpy-mood and the fact that this is Monday have any blood connection at all, I'm still not sure, but I would like to assume so. Some sort of evil conspiracy somehow made me wake up at 9 this morning, make my way to town, force me to face 2 hours of group meeting followed by 3 grueling hours of lectures filled with notes-scribbling and teacher's clatter. I didn't even bother to have lunch because I felt so fat.

Yes, Monday made me feel that way too. Damn.

Just to sum this up? Today is not a good day. No, no, let me rephrase it. Today, is a bad day. Not even a good amount of Desperate Housewives and Brothers and Sisters could cheer me up tonight. And now what? I still have to type things for the big presentation on Wednesday, and I'm supposed to meet early again tomorrow with my group.

Just to make things clear, there is no such thing as Tuesday blues, Tuesday miseries, Tuesday tortures, or any of those sorts, right?! I'm so not prepared for that. Hell.

Gasp! It's 12.30 am so it's technically Tuesday and I managed to get grumpy at such early stage of the day?! Try, Tuesday crap?!!!!

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Quotes

There's a hundred million different ways of writing, and it takes you a long time to sort through that stuff. And I think it takes anyone a long time to find a voice.

You must learn to take the good with the bad, the happy with the sad, love what you’ve got and remember what you had. Learn to forgive, but never forget, learn from your mistakes but never regret. People change and things go wrong, but you just have to remember that life goes on.

The day before I’m supposed to be meeting Caroline for a drink, I develop all the textbook symptoms of a crush: nervous stomach, long periods spent daydreaming, an inability to remember what she looks like. I can bring back the dress and the boots, and I can see her bangs, but her face is a blank.

I don't know, I think that if I could just accept the fact that my life is supposed to be difficult. You know, that's what to be expected, then I might not get so pissed-off about it and I'll just be glad when something nice happens.

I can see now I never really committed to Laura. I always had one foot out the door, and that prevented me from doing a lot of things, like thinking about my future and... I guess it made more sense to commit to nothing, keep my options open. And that's suicide. By tiny, tiny increments.

There's a big fucking world out there. It's messy, and it's chaotic, and it's never, never ever the thing you'd expect. It is ok to be scared, but you cannot allow your fears to turn you into an asshole, not when it comes to the people that love you, the people that need you.

Maybe what I'm saying is, is the world might be evolving the way a person evolves. Right? Like, I mean, me for example. Am I getting worse? Am I improving? I don't know. When I was younger, I was healthier, but I was, uh, whacked with insecurity, you know? Now I'm older and my problems are deeper, but I'm more equipped to handle them.

I am nothing special; just a common man with common thoughts, and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten. But in one respect I have succeeded as gloriously as anyone who's ever lived: I've loved another with all my heart and soul; and to me, this has always been enough.

Later that day I got to thinking about relationships. There are those that open you up to something new and exotic, those that are old and familiar, those that bring up lots of questions, those that bring you somewhere unexpected, those that bring you far from where you started, and those that bring you back. But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you can find someone to love the you you love, well, that's just fabulous.

A woman needs to be held, even, and science has shown this, if its with someone she doesn't care about. Protective hormones are released, and the amount of hormones released depends on the degree to which she is held. The first and best is the complete surround. He wraps you in both arms, whispers how beautiful you are. Second best is the 'arm around.' He is next to you but with one arm around you. Third is he's just next to you on his elbow, but he rests his hand on your stomach and looks at you. Fourth is you snuggling up to him with your head on his chest, while he looks away into space. But when the first best happens, you feel completely, wonderfully like a woman.

So, so what, so fuck off, go home, leave you alone? I'll tell you something Paul, there isn't anything that I've wanted for eighteen years, cause I was a kid eighteen years ago. And if I did still want the same things I'd think I'd gone wrong somewhere, because actually I don't want to marry David Cassidy, I don't want bigger tits, I don't want to do better on my marks. I've stopped worrying about that kind of thing and maybe you should try.

Well maybe there's a big bit of you that's gone missing somewhere, maybe everyone should want something they've always wanted.

Why is it that adults aren't supposed to go mad about anything? You gotta keep a lid on it. And if you don't then people are apparently entitled to say what they like. "You haven't grown up. You're a moron. Your conversation is trivial and boorish. You can't express your emotional needs. You can't relate to your children." And you die, lonely and miserable. But you know, what the hell, every cloud has a silver lining.

I just woke up one morning and didn't feel the same way. Where did it go? It was like there had been a lot of food on a plate in front of us, and we ate it all really quickly, and then there was nothing left. Maybe that's how couples stay together: they're not greedy. They know that what they have in front of them has to last a long time, so they kind of pick at it. I hope it's not like that, though. I hope that when people are happy together, it feels as though someone keeps piling seconds and thirds on their plates.

That is what I have learned: Sex is destructive. Love is nothing to be fooled with. I learned that I was dangerous, not to be trusted. I wondered if my parents were right, with all of their stiff lovelessness. Maybe they knew better. My parents don't dole out love for the deserving or the undeserving. I was learning that love could cost me.

You could say all you liked about reason and logic and common sense and imagination, but when the chips were down, the one skill you needed was the ability to think about absolutely nothing whatsoever.

There is a comfort in never making an effort, but it's a lonely comfort. What keeps you going is the knowledge that you're only playing with only four cards showing. But when you see other people succeeding with their mediocre hands, you have to make a decision. If you turn over that final card you're certain of victory, but it also means you have nothing in reserve.

I’d gone through life believing in the strength and competence of others; never in my own. Now, dazzled, I discovered that my capacities were real. It was like finding a fortune in the lining of an old coat.

Maybe we all live life at too high a pitch, those of us who absorb emotional things all day, and as mere consequence we can never feel merely content: we have to be unhappy, or ecstatically, head-over-heels happy, and those states are difficult to achieve within a stable, solid relationship.