Thank god
it’s Friday?
What the blank? The seven “days” of the supposed
“week” are pure contrivance. I refuse to thank anyone
for this repeating time box that I’m expected to trap my
own mind within.
There is no such thing as Friday! There is no such thing as a
week!
Every freaking day in the universe is a different freaking day!
Every day is unique and will never happen
again. Every
day deserves its own name.
My true
being is capable of more than just covering the same
artificial mental ground over and over throughout my life
like a wretched zoo animal pacing back and forth smearing its
snot on the impenetrable plexiglass.
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and
Saturday are mental frauds. They do not exist.
The "week" doesn’t line up with the cycles of the
moon. It doesn’t line up with the cycles of the sun. It
doesn’t line up with any cosmic clock. It is completely
arbitrary.
Which creep or creeps back in history invented the idea that we
should all do stuff we don’t enjoy for five days to make
someone else rich and do stuff we do enjoy for two days to keep
us ourselves just satisfied enough not to commit suicide so we
can go back to work again? What kind of evil mental oppression is
that?
It makes me angry to live in such an arbitrarily regulated world
and watch everyone around me accept the framework of the pattern
of seven repeating "days" without question as if it
were true.
Folks, I can’t put it anymore strongly: There is no such
thing as a week! There is no such thing as Friday!
Thank today it’s a day!