I’m afraid of, well obviously, Fridays! I’m not alone there. Since releasing the song, I’m Afraid Of Fridays, I have found that it’s a shared sentiment. I have received plenty of feedback from friends and fans that proves this and they’re not all drinking-related.
Friday is a day for expectations and a day of potential let-downs. Friday is the day you vowed not to spend the rent money. Friday is the day you double-booked yourself, because you wanted to make sure you wouldn’t be alone. Friday is the day you feel disappointed with your week’s achievements. Friday is the day you reward yourself for a week well spent. Friday is the day you want to go wild, but hope you don’t go too wild! Friday is also the day of letting yourself off the hook. A day of letting bygones be. The day to turn your attention on yourself and listen to what you need. A day to break routine. A day to breath a sigh of relief. A day to dress up. A day to dress down. A day to reflect. A day to think less.
Although it’s still just a day of the week, Friday is a day to be feared and revered. Whether you worship a god, or believe in nothing at all, it is a day of tradition and ritual. It may only culminate in the form of a regular laundry day, or the day you walk your dog for longer than ten minutes, but there’s no denying that Friday is a day that sets itself apart in some fashion from those other six.
What are your Friday rituals? Maybe you didn’t even realise you had them. Have a think. I’d love to hear about them.
Some of mine are:
drinking coffee (I try not to drink it every day)
washing my hair (boring, but true. This also dispels the myth that I planted earlier about not bathing!)
smoking and drinking too much (also boring, but also true)
going to The Railway Hotel (when in town)
playing pool (I’m inconsistently good at it)
eating chips (it’s not a healthy day of the week for me, as I am beginning to realise)
knocking off early and catching up on the week’s crosswords (building brain cells)
catching up with all my friends that have day jobs (destroying brain cells)
wearing make-up and something purty
Although it fills me with equal amounts of dread and anticipation, Fridays are here to stay.
I’m also afraid of :
answering blocked calls
mayonnaise
stray dogs
crows
policemen
upsetting my friends
the creatures I find while I’m digging around I my garden
capital letters (the reason there are any in this blog, is because my new word program puts them in without my consent)
insomnia
being bored
missing out
the time between two and six in the morning
tele-marketers
surprise visits to my house
food poisoning
That’s the small list.
To all of you regular readers, please accept my apologies for being a bit scant on the field over the last six months or so. I guess you can understand why, when you see all that is going on for me right now, but I didn’t mean to cut you out of the loop.
Happy Friday!
