Today is a Tuesday, but it felt like a Monday. Reflecting upon this has revealed to me the subconscious feelings and attitudes we associate with things, like days of the week.
To me, Mondays are groggy, tired days where everyone seems agitated, over bearing, or simply acts like a complete poopy head. I'm sure most will agree with me, for who hasn't felt under appreciated and put upon on Mondays?
Tuesdays find me in a very relaxed, "come what may" attitude toward life. I think this is because nothing bad or good happens to me on Tuesdays, so my inner being selected this as my chilling day. So if you see me on a Tuesday, be ready for a "shit happens" reaction.
I love Wednesdays. I don't know why. I just feel energized and optimistic on these days. Wednesdays are when I do the most stuff, whether it's athletic, artistic, creative, or plain old work. Maybe it has something to do with the Norse god that Wednesday was named after. (for people who don't know, each day in the week was named after a Norse deity. The only exceptions are Monday named after the Moon, and the Sun for Sunday) Guess that is something to Google.
Thursday is my chance day. If there is anything that depends on luck that needs to be done, I try to put it off to the nearest Thursday. However, Karma seems to lean heavily on me Thursday, especially in December. (Santa's watching, kids!) I try to keep my Karma good for this reason.
Friday is crow phase. This is when I'm most excited by having the option to buy. I'm poor, so this usually becomes an "oooo, that would be nice" day. Expect much mooching on these days.
Saturday is my tired, "rest in comfort" day. This is when I like to relax and lounge about the house. The exception is when a friend suggests something fun, which is almost never anyway, so I might as well have stuck to the above description. Still, on those ever-rare Saturdays I tend to adopt my Tuesday attitude.
Sunday is my spaztastic fun day. This is when I try to actively seek out friends to have fun with. This drives my sister, the "Smart-one", nuts, because she hates fun in every shape and form. Her idea of fun is sitting alone in a dark room listening to Christmas music or watching shows on the tele that she is apparently ashamed of. I know she's ashamed because when ever I come around when she's watching her first reaction is to turn the T.V. off and ask grumpily, "what do you want?!"
Looking back over these, I wonder what had gone so wrong to make today feel so bad. I have no clue.
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