Argh! Tomorrow’s Monday, AGAIN..🤦🏾‍♂️

A friend of mine visited again this week. Been a while, but he never fails to visit, at least once in a lifetime. Since I haven’t lived a lifetime yet, we often meet at his favorite joint, my bed.

Been struggling with sleep lately. Not really lately but since forever. Waking up has always been a battle, even without him. A raging war since birth.

And in every war all parties think they’re fighting for a good cause. I’m fighting this dude so that I can get off my own bed on a Monday morning. My friendly foe is fighting to keep me in the realm of sleep, where he is in charge. And we lie there, looking at each other, hoping I can read his mind but only he can read mine.

And his ribs crack up every time he reads my mind. He reads, “Now this is life? Maybe we’re just in a simulation!”

“No way all our fingerprints are different ever since earth was created, or blew up out of nothing.”

“Maybe everyone’s a robot and I’m the only human.” This one cracks him up every time, since he knows I’m not his only victim. He knows his next prey for tomorrow morning, so I’m definitely not alone. This morning’s my turn though, and he does his job so perfectly that my manly efforts seem but a child’s desperate attempts. I roll my eyes at him finding my predicament funny.

“Do aliens really exist? If they do, I bet they wouldn’t want to come to this world, theirs seem way better.” This one I don’t think even my friend knows. He’s an adversary on this planet only, and never been to others I assume. Makes him think a little, and this loosens his grip on me. But sitting on my laundry basket across the room, he can spot me desperately trying to get out of his loosening grip, and then tightens it. I let out a sharp sigh. This brother just won’t give up!

“Aliens wouldn’t survive in Africa, no wonder only Americans think they exist.” he nods in approval. Even he suffers at Africa’s lack of food and scorching desert heat. But the sadistic joy he gets from terrorizing sleeping people overcomes his minor African troubles.

A part of him always wonders though, these are someone’s first thoughts in the morning? Aliens and simulations? But every morning it’s different questions, and a part of me regretfully acknowledges that this is part of why he comes back. He feeds off my overthinking and is always curious to know what my last night’s reading made me think this morning.

I need to get up, but this guy is having a blast. Mondays are his favorite coz he knows most of the work starts today. And so he takes his time; he has no HR breathing down his neck for coming late to work. He has no weekend assignment that was postponed up to this very moment that is spent in sleep. But he knows that even without him, I still wouldn’t get up to do the assignment unless there’s a last minute threat. “C’mon, this is me we are talking about, let’s not kid ourselves.” He must have always been saying this.

“I bet that girl I talked to yesterday is still wondering just how weird I am.” Okay, now it’s getting weird, he says and finally lets me go.

“That was fun, wasn’t it?”

“Fun!? I’m late for class, haven’t done an assignment due this morning and I have a pounding headache from last night’s party. So no, Jimmy, it wasn’t fun!”

I call him Jimmy, coz it’s a hilarious name for an enemy.

“C’mon, this is what we do. You always sleep in, especially Mondays. You try to avoid the reality that the new week is here with all its obligations. Don’t blame me kid, you would have stayed in bed even if I weren’t here. See you next time though, you know the light hurts my skin - I’m more of a Batman than Superman guy. Catch you next Monday morning!”

“You won’t do that to me again, I promise you!”. I hurl, trying to remind him whose room and life this is he’s messing with. He bursts off into hysterical laughter at my ‘promises again’. Rightfully so though, I’ve been making promises since 8th grade, even I don’t believe what I’m saying.

“Yes I will.” He flies off, with a sly satisfactory smile on his face for another job well done. At least he starts his weeks with a W.

And he’s right, next Monday morning he’ll be here. And the next..and the next..and the next.
He’ll be here, reading my mind on how much I wonder if all this school work is worth getting up so early.

Monday will be here, AGAIN.

✍🏽Quote of the Week

😃You might have missed my most popular writings😍(so far..)

1. The past was not in black and white👴🏽. - I know I ain’t the only one who thinks of the past as unfolding in black and white. But the past was very much similar to the present moment than we think, or even better?

2. Inside the mind🧠 of a Master Procrastinator⏳ - There's a second kind of procrastination that happens in situations when there is no deadline, like spending time with your family/friends, or taking care of your health, working on your relationship etc. This is a problem to the procrastinator because the effects of procrastination are not contained and bring problems in the long-term/in life.

✍🏽Reagan.