Goodbye, Blue Monday. That expression is one that stood out to me most when I began reading and diving into the satirical mind of the famous Kurt Vonnegut. It stood out to me because I feel that every Monday I wake up and wonder where the weekend has gone. I begin every week the same nine to five maniacal, repetitive job, and I get my paycheck just the same as everyone else. However, how does this pertain to the simple expression, "Goodbye Blue Monday?" Well, that is one that can simply be understood by the utter repetitiveness of the way we live our lives.
When we were kids, what did we have to worry about? If we would get that seat on the swing at the playground, or if there would be enough time to eat your lunch and talk to your friends. These matters in life have gone out the window with age, and that is because of one simple concept, responsibilities. We are at a time now where nap time comes more sparingly and lunch time with your friends maybe occurs on a weekend at the bar. If there is one thing that college taught me it's that you should really use your nap times any chance you get. I never take naps now. I don't have the time. I have to pay bills. I have to pay for a car. I can't go out and spend beer on the weekends like I used to. Where has the weekend even gone? A question I tend to ask myself frequently the more and more responsibilities that pile on. These are the least of my worries, though. I have to make sure I have the next payment on my loan by the end of this month, or I will be done-zo.
I tend to live in the moment except when everything goes south and I have to look onto the good that is in my future. This was never the case because the idea of a job had never existed at the age of ten when I was running around playing manhunt with my friends. People always used to say, "value your youth, love school while you are there." At the age of 23, I think I finally understand what they were talking about. Time has gone faster and faster with age, and now I am torn between the repetitiveness of my job, and what I'm going to have for dinner afterward. That's okay though because I live near a WaWa.
So Goodbye Blue Monday. I have given up on you. You are the reason I wake up during the start of the week and hit snooze at least three times. You are the reason I can't seem to sleep on Sunday night. I will look onto my three favorite days of the week on Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and try to forget that you even exist. Goodbye, Blue Monday.
