Monday, Monday

Dear Monday Afternoon,

So, we've been seeing each other for a while now and I think it's finally time that we had a heart-to-heart about our relationship. I know this seems sudden but I've been needing to do this for some time now. No, no, please let me talk. I need to get this out.

You'd think that after such an extensive relationship, we'd either learn to get along or stop seeing each other. Unfortunately for me, you keep rearing your ugly head and doing everything that you can to make my life miserable. I can't even enjoy Sunday anymore because I'm so worried about running into you the following day. Not cool, Monday. Not cool.

What I don't understand is that even as much as I've tried to help you correct your personality flaws, you continue to be your dreary self week after week. Never changing, always constant. It's just the same old garbage - you're boring Monday and more times than not, completely cantankerous. You're just a swift reminder of weekends past which is never a pleasant thing. How could anyone subject themselves to your torment?

After a while, I thought it was just me who had the issue and I should just learn to deal with your shortcomings, but no. I've talked to too many people that see your issues too, Monday. They don't like being around you either. You may say "Well, that's their problem." But is it really? Just because "you are what you are" doesn't make it right.

So I'm taking a stand Monday Afternoon. Today has been the last straw. Next time we run into each other, you had better bring some excitement and some energy and some fun with you. I just know that everyone would appreciate it and you wouldn't be the most hated of all weekdays. . . and let's face it, you ARE the most hated. You need to shape up or ship out because I WILL replace you.

Looking for a better day,

Me