thursdays have always been my favourite day
24/06/2010 § Leave a comment
As a kid, I remember always finding Thursdays fascinatingly content, like a calm before the storm. It’s not like a Monday — which is typically a grumpy day because most people have the work-week ahead of them.
It’s not like a Wednesday — hump-day — which symbolizes reaching the top of some metaphorical work-week knoll: It’s easier to go downhill.
Then again, Thursday is not a Friday. Obviously. Fridays seem to hold this sensation of chaos and disorder, the freedom from work-week restraints, shackles shed, to do whatever you want on the weekend. Fridays are the beginning of the binge.
Thursdays have always seemed so wholesome. In school, I remember always being happy on these days and it was only until recently that I began to understand why.
Despite the shift of what a typical work-week is, it seems as though special events, like Beerfest, or formal institutions, like banks, still shape how we look at the week. So, if you think about it, Thursday is on the downslope to the weekend.
People tend to go out on a Thursday in celebration of the approaching time off, when they can do whatever they want to do. The anticipation may lead to overconsumption — turning the “Thursday” into a “Friday” by calling in sick the next day — or take it easy in hopes to enjoy the weather in a park (or both). Whatever the decision, Thursday seems more relaxed.
What if a “Thursday” never existed? You hear it all the time from people: “Today is my Monday”, “This is my weekend”, “Today is Friday, let’s go out.” Only when they stop and calculate their week do they know when their “Thursday” is. Maybe they don’t even like Thursdays so don’t care.
So it was for some months that I did not have a Thursday. Being away and testing the jobless waters, I began to realize that my days bled together, that hours no longer existed the same way they used to. There was no count-down-hill to any particular moment, but rather the opportunity to look at each day as a moment instead of a symbol. It was frightening.
Throughout our lives, since people enter pre-school, we become conditioned to a routine. Mommy and Daddy have to go to work, so daycare provides a social setting, Monday to Friday. Schools have been set-up to work Monday to Friday so that the youth can be educated while Mom and Dad are still at work. Universities and colleges are the first taste of freedom from a set, hourly schedule, but classes are still only Monday to Friday. Thursday only existed for me in this realm.
When removed from the “typical” week, I found myself still appreciating Thursday, not because I anticipated the weekend, but because I had been conditioned to love it. It was my favourite and favourites should never change, or so we are led to believe.
Today is a Thursday and the air is buzzing with talks of the G20, an earthquake, an unbearable humidity, World Cup, etc. This Thursday is not relaxed at all.
There has been a shift. I like it.
All I can think is that this shift is about being open to the possibilities outside the normal routine, finding what suits each individual and going with it. I have had conversations with some friends about the nature of a prescribed routine.
For example, school is supposed to be a forum for learning, but how can every kid learn the same — generalized — way? Some of us are nighthawks, some of us are daybirds, some of us enjoy an afternoon nap. What’s more particular is that each person has a time in the day when he or she is: a) most productive, b) most creative and c) most relaxed and sociable.
However, if you do not function in the realm of the prescribed system, you must re-work yourself out to “fit-in”, a process that can be exhausting. Personally, it is more draining to force your body to work against itself than it is to work 40 hours a week [although, personally, I don’t think anyone can be “productive” working at the same thing for 40 hours a week. Nor should they have to, unless they want to. (Then again, do they really want to or is just them rationalizing what the Simon says.)]
The point is, there is a growing trend of people trying to find their own routine because in reality, everyone feels the desire to have a routine of some sort. Even those that work from home find themselves creating a niche, a flow and order of things. The brain kicks in and begs for a little consistency, just so it is not hyper-stimulated and afraid all the time.
One day, perhaps on a Thursday or a “Thursday”, the brain will realize that complete freedom is not the lack of restraints but the openness to opportunity and change.
I think I still like Thursdays, but I won’t hold them to it.