Ohh, mornings. How I wish I could love you. Like everything, you probably have a beautiful side, but I just haven’t seen much of that side of you yet. However, I am now old enough, and I would love so much for you to show me your good side.
Honestly, I admire people that enjoy waking up everyday, with a smile on their face, and hold the door open for people like me while we dramatically scramble through the door after having opted out of putting ourselves together for the day. God bless those people. They keep the rest of us in line.
The worst part about you, morning, is that I incalculably dislike coffee, which would probably help my case if I would just tough it out and drink the darn black guck. Coffee drinkers are scary without their coffee, but glowing after having their fix. Can’t I just be like that too? I guess not, because maybe I’m stubborn and can’t adapt and just stay in my scary phase until a few hours into the day. I guess I have to refuse to let you win, mornings, because then I would have to become a coffee drinker, which just can’t happen.
Aside from me hatin’ on your coffee, you always have me rushed. This results in missing the most important meal of the day. Not only the most important, but also the most delicious (I’ll give you that, mornings, your food is bomb.) However, I am salty with you for always making me over sleep, leaving me scared, hungry, and alone on campus while my metabolism is apparently slowing down and all the fat cells inside me are storing themselves. Love that.
Also, I love that you give me minty fresh breath and beautiful hair in the morning. It makes my rushed, hungry mornings much more of a breeze. Most days, I don’t succumb to the work that you provide me and instead just throw the messy knot up in a bun. But other days, you make me feel guilty, which makes me want to not like you even more.
You also are the culprit of hangovers, but that’s a whole other story.
So, mornings, I am sorry that I am blaming all of my problems on you. I just needed to vent. Now that I have gotten that off my chest, I’ll tell you that I appreciate your crisp autumn frost on the ground, your beautiful sunrises, and the new day that you bring us; a new day to start fresh and be better than the versions of ourselves from the day before.
So mornings, I guess we can be civil, for now.
Sincerely,
Me.
