Psych

"I hate Sunday."

That clause basically sums this post up, I can literally stop here and submit it to Blogger. But I won't, because I don't want myself to look like a person who is too lazy to do some thinking. Does that mean this is a topic that deserve more words if thoughts should be put into it? Yes, absolutely yes. Honestly speaking, Sunday isn't really the worst day in the calendar--Monday is actually the winner. Let me be more elaborated a bit in explaining why Sunday isn't as bad a day as everyone thinks. At first, because I thought that the day that comes after Sunday is Monday, which is a work day, because of that I always liked to conserve my energy on Sunday in order to prepare for it. But that didn't help much, when Monday comes, the struggle it brought couldn't really be avoided. No matter how much rest you took on Sunday, you still feel the same helplessness on Monday. And so, when you realize this fact, you live your Sunday as if Monday never comes. In short, the torture on Sunday is psychological; Monday's torture is physical. 

Still, my energy level is usually low on Sundays. To counter that, in the case for today, I forced myself to go out. Slowly regaining my energy back while I worked thru to my destination. By the time I arrived there, I don't feel the gloominess of Sunday anymore.