Last night the chime of the text message was too much. Today it’s silence is too little. I’m under a cloud of severe boredom which I suppose is better than a cloud of sorrow, but still how bored do I have to be? Too much excitement followed by so much downtime is a killer and a mood killer. How does life return to normal when it will only be thrown out of wack again? What am I talking about?
Simply said I am referencing the weekend. Those 48 hrs in which anything can happen. Dreams can be made, promises shattered, infidelities abound and there’s always the drunk kid throwing up in your bathroom. The allure of the weekend and the down time that comes with Monday.
As anyone knows your life can change overnight, for better or for worse. But we always have our little 48 hour paradise.
My confession, sometimes the weekends are harder than the week. But maybe that’s just me.
