You know that feeling you get on a Friday afternoon, that sense of liberation after 5 days of work?
The realization that for the next couple of days, you can do whatever you want?
Or better yet, the ability to just to NOTHING?
(unless you have exams the following week.)
After a tough and hectic week, it just feels sooo good to be done with the week that sometimes I just wanna shout and yell. All that tiredness and sleepiness that I felt during the week magically disappears, and I am so full of energy. That nap I've been wanting so badly? Screw that. This brief moment of liberty is too precious to be spent on sleep.
Now that I have all the time in the world, it's not the same. What a relative term 'happiness' is.
Just sitting in my house in Fort Lee, doing NOTHING, doing not much else without a car to go anywhere, everyday is same. There is absolutely nothing special about 'Friday' or 'Saturday.'
This just seem so irrational. I've realized this relativity in people's happiness for a while, but it's just so bizarre. I guess this is human nature? Then human nature is irrational. Why can't we be happy with what we have? Seriously.....I should be jumping up and down with joy when I perfectly know that it'd be dreadful to not have free time.
Do we really need to go through hard times just to appreciate the good times?
And as soon as we no longer have hardship, we are so quick to forget what we have is good. Shit...
I miss the feeling of the weekend so much.
