Here we go again...

So, it's Monday again. Monday, the most hated day of the week. Sometimes I think the biggest reason Garfield was so loved, was because he hated Mondays, and not for being a fat, lazy, lasagna-scarfing bastard.

So why do we hate Mondays? It's because we have to rejoin society again. Work, school or whatever occupies your time, it's on once more. On weekends we can meet friends, indulge in our hobbies or just put our feet up and say ”Fuck it, I'm not washing the dishes today!”. But come Monday, it's time to wash those plates, to smile politely at your bosses inane jokes and put up with the loud mouth on the bus, who's taking up too much space and reeks of bad perfume. In short, it's time to make civilization work again.

If by some miracle we could all do whatever we wanted, whenever we wanted with no worries as to the quality of our lives, I think we'd last two weeks. Then the human race would implode in a storm of fire and blood. We are at the pinnacle of altruistic egotism, we are happy to help others, but we are happier to help ourselves. Without society and civilization to keep us even slightly in check, nothing would ever get done. Why grow food, when you can steal someone elses dinner? Because he will call the police, of course.

In other words, without Monday to drag us screaming and kicking into another week, we would degenerate back into cavemen, clubbing our neighbours with rocks and seeking shelter in muddy holes. The world we live in is far from perfect, but it could be so much worse, and that's thanks to Mondays.

So instead of hating on it, let's all just tip our metaphorical hats to this unappreciated day, and say Thank You.

That's what I think, but then again I'm in an odd mood, perhaps because it's Monday.