Fridays

I'd like to start by saying, that the second post was much more difficult to come up with than the first. Mostly because I've actually had work to do today, and that got me thinking about Fridays and how much we love them.

TGIF. We all know what it means: Thank God It's Friday. It's the day of the week when it's just a little easier to go to work, a little easier to wake up for class, or a little easier to get your work done around the house. Friday is the one day of the work week that people look forward to. I think it's amazing how the promise of the end is enough to get some people going. I, on the other hand, have a hard time seeing Fridays differently from any other day of the week. I still had to wake up at 6:30 am, put on a coat and tie, and go to work for 8 hours. I'll celebrate when it's 5:01 and I'm in Norah the Explorer listening to "Get Drunk and Be Somebody" on the the way home, but until then it's just another day.

People's love for this, the most sacred of the weekdays, is a great example of the mind's ability to expect, or think wishfully. Fridays are the portals to the weekend and everybody seems to love the sprint to the finish. Who knows whats on the other side of today? Could be a shitty couple of days, but most people will sit in their cubicles on Friday perfectly content with the idea that its almost the weekend with little or no actual contemplation on what the weekend holds. Why? Is it because we're excited about the end of the workweek? Is it because we've got cool stuff planned? Or is it because at the end of Friday a whole new realm of possibility is laid before us? Me? I just like to sleep until noon.

In the words of Wilco "where would we be without wishful thinking?"