When I think of Mondays, the first song that comes to mind is that Boomtime Rats hit "Tell me why I don't like Mondays" based on the true story of 16-year-old Brenda Ann Spencer, who fired at children playing in a school playground at Cleveland Elementary School in San Diego, California on January 29, 1979 killing two adults and injuring eight children and one police officer. She showed no remorse for her crime. Her explanation was "I don't like Mondays; this livens up the day."
Then there are other songs that feature Monday as a day of depression, anxiety, rage or melancholy such as "Monday, Monday" (Mamas & the Papas), "Rainy Days and Mondays" (Carpenters), "Manic Monday" (Bangles)...
As I sit here and write this though I should be working following a sick call from my colleague it occurs to me that Monday has always been the most popular day to call in sick (especially for this colleague in particular). And let's not forget the upward trend in suicides noted on this day that is almost as high as suicides noted each January 1. Its also a popular day to start a diet and all this hunger generates a great deal of agitation.
So here I am on this not-so-Marvelous Monday wondering what I could possibly think of that is "marvelous" about it. OK, here's my contribution:
"There is nothing, nothing, nothing that is Marvelous about Monday! It's just the favourite choice as a day to die or diet. Beyond that, it is the most excrutiating, tormenting, suicidal, frantic, mad day of the week, but it
- and here comes the positive -
does inspire nice songs."
- and here comes the positive -
does inspire nice songs."
PS. This is my first and last Marvelous Monday - I don't think I could wrack my brain so much on a weekly basis and Mondays are bad enough as it is. Grrrrrrrr...
6 comments:
I must have graduated from the Garfield School of Thought regarding Mondays, myself, so I don't blame you for finding yourself without good things to say - I doubt I could come up with much better. I always find I wish I had done more by Sunday evening, so my Monday mornings are full of regrets.
(Slightly unrelated - when I was in Japan, "Rainy Days and Mondays" was the theme song for the local morning show, which made me laugh out loud the first time I heard it. But there was such a language barrier between myself and the family I was staying with that no one else thought it was funny. Just me, laughing alone.)
I knew that this wasn't going to last. As soon as I saw the title it had me scratching my head. Say what? This can't be right. As I started reading, I knew it was just a lure, a gimmick, and I was right. I started laughing when I hit the song listings. It was awful, I know. You had just written about shootings and suicides and I am rolling on the bed hooting and hollering. If it makes you feel any better it is the first laugh I've had all day, because I woke up (again), like every day, with a Godawful migraine, and spent the first hour and a half in bed bemoaning my existence. So there.... every day is Monday for me. How is that for a pity party? I needed the laugh and you provided it with your Marvelous Monday. I double dog dare you to go again next week!
Heee heee! I suppose I shouldn't be laughing but your blog just makes me totally crack up today. You're such a delightful realist.
You will notice, if you look rather closely, that every time I've posted a Marvelous Monday blog, I've listed things I'm thankful for about the weekend that proceeded Monday! So far, I haven't actually brought myself to be thankful about anything that is specific to Monday. I guess that's something I should work towards. In the mean time, I'm spending most Mondays thankful for the fact that they only come once a week. :)
(just call me Pollyanna!)
Yes, I know what you mean. But nowadays I feel a sort of nostalgia for Monday, because I remember when a group of students would be waiting for me, armed with notebooks and pens, ready to write down whatever I told them. Oh, the power - if not the glory. (I've suddenly got a feeling of deja vu - all over again - have I said this before?).
Thanks for the award. I feel both flattered and honoured, although I am not sure what to do now - I mean the protocol and stuff. I feel a bit like a gate-crasher at a private party: expecting any minute to be found out - and thrown out.
All these blogs - so bright, lively, optimistic; such interesting and event-filled lives.
And then, poor old dysfunctional George, and his ex porn-star paramour...
By the way, I didn't realise I made you feel ten feet tall (that's even taller than Anna!!)
Whenever Greece comes up on the news I think of you, running sand through your fingers. (are there a lot of building sites in Athens?)
Sorry. See what I mean. Now if I were a psychotherapist, a client's compulsion to make jokes about everything might suggest what I believe is called 'avoidance'. Possibly stemming from a deep seated insecurity, low self-esteem and a generally poor self-image; serious issues needing to be addressed in therapy.
Lucky I am not a psychotherapist, eh? I could be really worried.
Are you sure this reward is intended for me?
That is true. Mondays just aren't my favorite day either.
i saw a show on that 16 year old girl that shot all of those people... so awful.
American tourist...that's right! Garfield hated Mondays and I love Garfield...Regarding laughter. Sometimes people know the language but still have difficulty finding funny in the right spots. Happens to me all the time.
Robin - I'm glad the post made you feel better. Miserable thoughts always make me feel consoled also.
Ro Magnolia - You mean to say that you were NOT in the pool on Monday?
George - We are all dysfunctional! You are not alone...It's just that few of us are brave enough to explore and express our dysfunctionality. Glad I'm making you think of Greece. Perhaps I should ask the Ministry of Tourism to give me a grant - what a pity they are broke.
Bringing Pretty Back - Glad we all agree...The only times I ever liked Mondays was when my firstborn was a newborn and I spent weekends frantically running around the house cleaning, changing nappies, preparing next week's menu (which consisted of pumping out milk for the week in advance). Back then, I did not have time to blog but I would go back to work and say "Thank God its Monday!"
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