I felt it in elementary school as this dense, dull dread of Monday that got worse at the day progressed. In high school it was similar but anywhere from a little more acute to a little more dull. In college the feeling went on hiatus, only to rear its head as full-blown depression post college: waking up in the morning with nothing to do and work the next day so prospects are limited. A more ambitious person would wake up overjoyed at the possibilities. Some mornings I do. More often I wake up with dread but still manage to fill my day quite agreeably once I get past that initial inertia.

I was reminded about my theories on Sundays by something Tom Robbins wrote in Still Life With Woodpecker:

“Sunday, a wan, stiff shadow of robust Saturday….Sunday, forced leisure for folks who have no aptitude for leisure.” (22)

(Things have changed a bit since elementary school—for one I’m an agent in my own life and have control over how to fill my day (not sitting around waiting for my parents to take me somewhere), and for two not so many places of business remain closed on Sundays anymore, so if places of business are what you’re into, that’s a possibility as a time-filler.)

This entry was posted on June 3, 2007 and is filed under quotations, topics.