How many "Monday" jokes do you think you'll hear from your co-workers or read on Facebook or Twitter today? The same number as last week and you'll hear and make them every week until your last Monday because Monday begins another series of five days spent doing shit we wish we weren't. In JoshSpeak, we call this a form of souldeath.
Most of us didn't wind up with the life we dreamed we'd have and we spend our days reconciling that. Some create contentment and happiness for themselves in spite of that while the rest of us are fumbling around searching.
I don't know if dreams come true or if we have to redefine our concept of dreams and happiness to fit the here and now. I don't know if there's a key to be found or what it is. I've spent years trying to come to grips with it; I've learned things, relearned, and unlearned some things along the way. Sometimes it all feels a little too big to me and other times it seems the only question worth asking.
Wherever you are on your journey in life, today is a Monday and you're going to be inundated with with cliché references to the horrors this day of the week visits upon us and let's face it- they're fucking boring! The only thing I'm more tired of than the way I sometimes feel on Mondays is hearing people bitch about them, so here is a little gift from me to you courtesy of Guster. This is your inoculation against the Monday people. Feel free to sing outloud.