Romanticizing Days of the Week

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Monday is an eclectic mix of characters: the kid that places his lunch tray down on the same bench as you without first asking; the man who does not grasp the concept of personal boundaries and sits a little too close for comfort on the subway; the snarky stranger who comments on your outfit, as if her opinion was asked. Their common trait? The need to make their unwelcome presence known.

Tuesday is the kid at the back of the class no one talks to or about, but whom everyone knows exists. If she is rarely noticed, it is because she is the Average Jane, a wallflower of sorts. No one hates her, but no one loves her either. Bringing up Tuesday’s name might result in a nonchalant shrug from the other party, coupled with a reply echoing the sentiments of ‘oh, her’. Tuesday is generally forgotten and overlooked, in one’s search for better, more exciting Days.

Wednesday is a cautious optimist, bringing with it positive thoughts of how you might possibly survive the rest of the Week, having already made it so far. She teaches you to tread carefully; it’s never good to show excessive enthusiasm at having survived, because she knows how that can jinx the next half. You opt for allowing the optimism to rub off on you and then silently rejoice in your head.

Thursday is that dude you continue to hang out with solely because of what he offers: the promise of introducing you to a girl. Friday, he calls her, and spends his days musing about how the two of you would complement each other. You find yourself clinging onto the friendship, if only for the chance to finally meet the elusive Friday.

Friday is a flighty teenage girl who speaks in whimsical and ambiguous sentences, reminiscent of someone who lives in her head 24/7. There is something about her that holds your interest and you find yourself looking forward to her company even when you’re with other Days. Like an 11:11 wish or a comet that flashes across the night sky, Friday has an innate ability to make you pine and look forward to her arrival, and then disappear in a tenth of the total time you spent awaiting her appearance.

Saturday is the best friend you do not see often, but when you do, you pick up where you left off. She wants to hold your hand, skip with you through the park, and spend the day discussing literary novels in a quaint café. You allow yourself to slip effortlessly into old routine and are reminded of how comfortable you are when she is around. Suddenly, taking one breath after another actually becomes easy and for a moment, you believe there is some good in Life and maybe this constant ache sitting in your heart for the longest time will finally disappear.

Sunday is the weary traveler, who has seen enough of the world, that the only feeling coursing through his veins is pure exhaustion. If you look closely enough, you might also catch a glimpse of disillusionment in his irises. Straddling the line between laziness and melancholy, feelings for Sunday leave you wanting to snuggle up in bed with cup of hot chocolate, swim in a deep sea of blankets, and other instances that involve moping. After the high of Saturday, the dip in feelings for Sunday puts you right back onto the emotional rollercoaster that is your Teenage Years.