The weekend has come to an end as quickly as it began, and here we are again. It's another Monday. Don’t we all hate Mondays? The weekend escapades are over; hanging out with friends, seeing your favorite movie with family or.... girlfriend (whichever you consider as number one). The opportunity to sleep as much as you want, the morning exercises, jumping here and there on your backyard farm, and whatchamacallit. All these ends too quickly and the fun is gone back to ground zero.
I’m a bit hypocritical because none of these means of having fun as mentioned above actually applies to me. I’m lacking the necessary fun that comes with the weekends; I do not take long walks because I’m lazy. Neither do I hang out with friends because I don’t have friends. I’ve lived in Lagos all my life yet I do not have a single person I talk to on my street mostly because I’m an extreme introvert and I mostly feel like I’ve violated a part of me by interacting with people out there.
I don’t even watch TV with my family and my Dad noticed this weird behavior since I was a kid. I always preferred to stay in my room while everyone watched TV as a family, I’ve gotten used to being indoors from childhood perhaps because my brain was wired differently.
Now I work from home all thanks to the internet and it has made things even worse. I’m literally grounded indoors all day long with work as my excuse after which I see a movie and sleep off afterward. I completely miss out on all the fun and I’m simply too lazy to even take a walk down the street as a form of exercise. ore reasons my blood pressure will never be naturally stable.
“Irrespective of my
Boring lifestyle;
Mondays are……
Mondays”
Irrespective of my no-fun lifestyle during the weekends and my basically working every day irrespective of the week, I will forever hate Mondays because it brings a special sense of business that you don’t get to experience every other day. You feel like the weight of the world is on you because your body has gotten used to the relaxation that comes with the weekends where there is no sense of urgency.
During the weekends, you can choose to wake up whenever you want or perhaps get treated specially with breakfast in bed, that is if you have a romantic husband or wife, boyfriend or girlfriend. The last time I checked, breakfast in bed only applies to ladies. I have no idea why they consider it romantic but I call it a lack of discipline to eat and have breakfast in bed (don't quote me. I'm simply walking through).
Mondays are the days when a body at rest wants to remain at rest (Newton said so), and it’s one of the reasons I woke up late on a certain day and ended up missing the staff bus back in 2019 during my internship. T'was a Monday where I decided to sleep for five more minutes and woke up a few minutes past “super late” because my body wasn’t ready to get up, leading to an unexpected drama which I will write about at a later time.
Though I work from home; I can’t seem to grasp the difference between waking up early for office work and waking early to work in an in-house office. In fact, it’s more stressful and boring to work from home because you get to work all day without a little interaction with anyone; it’s basically all you, you, and you. You are your own boss, your manager, your CEO, your assistant, your secretary, and whatever extra word is used to describe people that work in an office.
Working from home means I’d have to create a special routine for myself as a form of disciplinary measure or I’m gonna be waking up super late every morning because I sleep late every day, which in turn means I’d be missing out on a lot of work which wouldn’t be good for me, my career and everything that involves improving my finance.
I Had to do a little chore after waking early today after which I got so tired. I found myself on the living room couch at 8. am, and drifting into another round of sleep. I opened my eyes and it was 8:30 am. By this time, I should be getting ready to set up my internet connection on my laptop via USB tethering I had to force myself to get up or I’d end up waking by 12. pm which is gonna be a big disappointment for me.
In the end, I forced myself out of lazy-land and jumped unto my in-house office, after which the rest is history.
I just had to write in a bid to feel better. Yes, ranting makes me feel better.
I hate Mondays!
