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I saw an entry in a blog today that sat there and listed every day of the week and why it sucked. You know the sort of thing:

• Monday sucks cause it’s the start of the week.
• Tuesday is just one day in.
• Wednesday is the middle of the week but that means you have two more days.
• Thursday is still waiting, 4 days in.
• Friday sucks because now you have the pressure of a weekend.
• Saturday sucks because there is this pressure to DO something.
• Sunday sucks because then it’s back to work.

And I read this post (that went into far greater detail than a single sentence per day) and thought about all the times I’ve seen posts just like it over the years. How much various days suck just for being there.

It made me kinda sad. I’m not saying every day is fantastical and wonderlicious or anything, of course not, but no day is shit by default just for being itself. That way lies a darkness. Because if you wake up every Monday and are convinced it will suck because it is Monday then you will find that they do all suck. Because even where they don’t, you refuse to see it and only think about the bad parts.

And if that’s who you are: Fuck off. I know I don’t need that. I know you don’t. No one does. And with that in mind:

• Monday can be cool because you get to start a fresh week and make it awesome.
• Tuesday can be fun because even if you stumbled a bit on Monday it’s still early enough to make an awesome week of it.
• Wednesday is a funky day of funkyness. Your week is all midpointed and you can go anywhere from there.
• Thursday is a great day to start to plan the weekend if you haven’t had time yet.
• Friday is a nice night to go out or stay in, really. But it’s a night you can enjoy.
• Saturday is full of possibilities.
• Sunday is a great time to take it easy and plan your week and find kick-ass things to fill it with.

Is that so fucking hard? I just get so sick of the bitching and moaning and whining that goes on while people force themselves to have a bad time and then complain about it. Part of me wants to give them something to complain about, you know? Ah well, fuck ‘em. They’re the assholes who see a unicorn and instantly think “I bet it’ll stab me” not “UNICORNUNICORNUNICORNUNICORNIWANNARIDEIT!”