Looks like someone has a case of the Sundays ...

Humans like tasks or jobs. We function because we are apart of a bigger scheme of the society. Because we are apart of society we feel that it is our duty to contribute to create a better civilization. What I think has gotten in the way of our tasks is our newest 21st century phenomena: complaining.

Teenagers, college students, and yuppies have mastered the skill of complaining. As a college graduate and a prospect of yuppi-ness I have embraced, loved,  and focused on whining. 

Here me out, I am not discrediting or under-valuating anyone's right to complain. In fact, many Buddhists believe that it is important to bathe in your own suffering. Without complaining we would not have any change in the world.  I am just going to reflect on my case of the Sundays.....

It has occurred to Tom that I have a typical Sunday routine. This routine is kind of like the 7 stages of grief.

Stage 1: Shock and Denial

For the most part, I am always with someone Sunday morning. This is because I have to travel a distance to see friends, so it doesn't make sense to drive for one day. When Sunday hits a surge of shock and denial hits, and I am constantly walking around like a chicken with its head cut off. 'Is it Sunday already? What happened to the weekend? Oh, have you started planning for this week?'

Stage 2: Pain and Guilt

After my shock runs off I go into my mini- crisis mode. ' If I don't plan well, my kids are going to suffer. After all, its about the kids and closing the gap.' 

Stage 3:Anger and Bargaining

This is where my pain and guilt fade slip away and I start getting crazy. ' Hey, I could be California if I wanted to be! Aaahhhh!'

Stage 4: Depression, Reflection and Loneliness 

  This is the longest stage.Often times poor Tom or my roommate has to hear my long winded vagina monologues about how when I was in fourth grade I had purpose in life, and now I have no clue what I want to do in the world. As if any fourth grader has true "purpose" except for pooing.

These next stages sometimes happen...

Stage 5: The upward turn

After my monologues I realized that I am a fortunate individual and I start working. I tell myself that I am apart of a system that is broken and that at least I am working for a system instead of complaining. 

Stage 6: Working through

I tell myself that I am functional human being.

Stage 7: Acceptance and Hope

This is where I tell myself that I a fortunate, again. Sometimes I like to play Goapele's "Closer," or some other motivational song. I hear that Disney songs are the way to go.

For now, I will accept and laugh at my 7 stages and I, consequently, will repeat them for the next two Sundays.