facebook meta status of the day: "came on to facebook to see FOUR of her friends' status updates reading "frustrated". Sorry, guys. "
Recurs Weekly
My Mondays, angsty and unpredictable, camoflauge themselves in calendars. On this day, the world’s weight amplifies. A sense of nervousness distills into strange sensations of irreplaceability and alienation.
Weekend memories cascade and fade in while the shower steams and crackles. The musty bedroom air seeps outdoors where I squint at obedient asphalt and shimmering tree limbs. Cambridge Public Works garrulously broadcasts warnings of street cleaning and tow trucks over loudspeaker.
The hypermediated morning pulses electric with cell phones, shower radios, laptops, and flatscreens that flash and glow “7:23” and “Inbox (4).” I cough and exit. The combustion engine awakens an hour after you do. The blinker indicates a dire need for a right turn.
Don’t let the banana peel touch the iPod. This uniform consists of black socks, sunglasses, and a water bottle. Forget one of these and it’s your first sigh of the day. Do you turn back and show up late? Pressing on, we steer with autopilot and switch our minds to cruise control.
Swirls and sudden pangs swoop from the sides and catch you unawares, challenging the footing you thought stable. An unconscious countdown to tomorrow commences. The day flies by and you forget what it felt like to be alive and breathing and thinking and experiencing the stress of eight hours ago.
Blown out of proportion and paid too much attention to, the Monday mood passes. Clear but muddled, present but receding, it burrows and cowers for another six days. Spines straight, we emerge facing the sunset and inhaling a landscape of faces. Mirroring our own inner spheres of rolling passion, a visage peeks around the corner.
Horizontal and decompressing, I exhale and condense. Visualizing a closed system of colored arrows, energy collects, dissipates, and infuses. A river carries away the tiny droplets and molecular sprays of toxins and waste.
Without Monday, the rest of the week wouldn’t be so much fun.
