I wrote this to cope a bit… thought I would share this. I'm drunk on a Tuesday morning… and no, I don't work today thankfully (also drunk af)… but here you go. Need someone to relate to, hope this all finds you well (no puns in terms of rejection letters intended). If you can't relate to this, leave your thoughts anyway, I don't care anymore:
The dreaded Tuesday, no not the dreaded Monday, the dreaded Tuesday. The day after you had to deal with all of the bullshit that built up after a weekend long stretch and you’re already exhausted after the 9 hour shift. I know it’s technically 8 hours, but that hour break is more of breather than a time of relaxation (you would know this if you’ve ever worked a full time job) needed to recalibrate. Everyone says that Mondays are the worst, but Tuesday is where the nightmares are at. The existential dread kicks in, capitalism starts to become the reality, and your home life starts to become a dream that you occasionally visit. You ponder the reason you were born, was it to work your entire life for a measly 2 weeks of paid time off a year? This is the national average, you should be thankful. Hearing your coworkers brag about the PTO they didn’t take this year? Or if this is the reason you were actually created to become the cog in the never ending machine. Yes, this sounds like a depression thread you would read online, I’ve already tried that. You have no idea. Therapy, self-medication, self-acceptance, self-absorbed, and other words that require a hyphen to accept this life in America. Yes, THE America, even though there are two… you know which one I’m talking about. How productive are you? How much are you worth? Why all the job gaps? Questions you constantly ask yourself and your employer (or potential employers). Keep asking yourself this question, because eventually it’s going to at least keep you alive long enough to keep the bottle away or whatever funk you groove to. Pills, alcohol, hard drugs, psychedelics, or any addiction… and you know someone in your family keeps that shit running in your genes (no pun intended, not that we would know right??). Anyway, wipe that smirk off your face because you’re not going to have one Monday night. “Somebody has a case of the Mondays” heehaw, yup, that’s the running joke from Office Space you have heard too many times to mitigate your hatred for the repeating cycle of supporting your family. No one knows that the real dread starts on Tuesday’s after you have forgotten the happiness you left behind on the weekend and forgot about on Monday. Yes, I am a hard worker. Yes, I need to support the people I love and keep me going. Yes, I have no choice. I write this to vent, but also to show my resemblance to the people in this country who put their mental/physical strength to the test everyday just to go to bed to do it again for seemingly nothing. Yes, it’s Tuesday morning and I wrote this. Hope you all have a great week, this is my cope.
Anyways, happy Tuesday guys. Call me a millennial, call me a zoomer, idgaf.