Thursdays
I like Thursdays. Not that any day of the week is at all special in and of itself, or identical to any other day of any other week. After all, the days of the week are mostly arbitrary, chosen centuries upon centuries ago maybe only corresponding with natural work cycles by happenstance. I could just as easily have a 6 day week, where I worked 34.2857143 hours and not much would change.
But I digress. Thursdays tend to be more enjoyable on average, to me. When I wake up and remember the day, I can feel myself get a little less tense. My outlook is more positive, and in contrast, a little less positive when it is over.
Saturday is devoted to rest, which puts it at risk for boredom. Sunday is busy with church things, or if you are not of the holy persuasion, way too much sleep. Wednesday is that awful middle of the week often refereed to “hump day” which has a lot less to do with humping and a lot more to do with misery. Monday is daunting, being the start of the work week. The only thing people think about on Friday is the weekend and inso doing make themselves miserable with today. Tuesday you are still trying to recover from the shock of being thrown into work on Monday.
But not Thursday. Nobody ever plans anything for Thursday. Why would they, it’s such an odd day. It even sounds odd. Nobody cares about Thursday, so it gets left alone. Alone to be peaceful. On Thursday, there is nothing to look back on, nothing to look forward to, just Thursday.
I wish every day could be like Thursday. I think there would be less anxious people, fewer depressed people and more work done. But then there would be some smart ass who would start to say we shouldn’t work so much and would start taking every 7th Thursday off and before you know it, I would be writing about my love for fifth Thursday.
