ON MONDAYS AND SPILLING MY GUTS

Writing a blog is the opposite of having a 'dear diary' moment. Atleast for me. I don't want to have a luscious personal moment of verbal confession that everyone is going to read. Diary entries are voluntary. Mostly. Spontaneous. Just before you go to bed that is. And intensely personal. Mostly. Blogs seems more... planned. Less spontaneous. But maybe that's just me being old fashioned. I guess they are  meant to be a window into your world and that sorta thing. Except the anonymous ones. But I am too vain to be anonymous. 

Someone told me I should blog and in a moment of uncharacteristic obedience I got myself one. Now what I do with it? What am I supposed to say? What the hell do you want me to say anyway? Spill my guts out for your reading pleasure? Or offer sneakily self-obsessed insights into my little life? Or what I had for lunch, what it looked like, how it tasted. Maybe how I felt when I woke up this morning?.. Oh that I can tell you. I woke up with a bad case of Mondays... despite being gloriously unemployed, read writer... 

I haven't had a Monday in eight months. Atleast not the kind that has become fashionably cool to hate. And yet she tends to skulk around in my life like a memory I've pushed to that far end of my head that I don't normally visit. More on those kinda memories later. In another post.

But yes, a Monday happened to me today. One that pretended to be different but it was the day after Sunday nonetheless. Its airless Kafka personality made me sick. But I pretended all was well (it's one of my gifts, more on that later) and trudged on, not wanting to call in sick. I mean who calls in sick to life? The bitch isn't a very understanding boss. So one slightly unpleasant stagey encounter with a guy I used to know (his manager managed to wreck my car and she was on a Scooty. And she went to the police about it. I have to meet this girl. She seems very... forceful), yet another muggy bordering on sordid summer day, another weird encounter I'd rather not talk about, the vaguest response on earth to a work based query, and of course the intent of starting this blog. That sums up the day...

It has been a Monday allright... but I'll get over it. Not just now. Right now I want to sound smart but whiny, but sometime before the clock strikes 12. 

Also, I really had no clue what to write as a grand first entry in my blog. Profundity eludes me when I need it the most... I am used to it.

I promise you better blog posts... Not on Mondays though... Mondays suck.

Now am off to recover.