This is a stream of consciousness post. If you’re new to the concept, please Google it. Typically, this is where I would do my job of being a good writer and include an explanation for those unfamiliar with it, but I don’t have the energy for it. Neither do I have the energy to insert a fancy photograph with the title of the post that I usually make with Canva. My excuse is the same. I’m unable to get up and walk the three steps it takes from my room to my desk where my personal laptop rests. What all of the schooling and college life doesn’t teach you is how exhausting Mondays can be.
Sure, I used to dread the unstoppable Monday as it ticked ever closer and meant that I had to endure another week of waking up earlier than I’d have liked to. Naively, I thought that that was hard. It’s only been a week into corporate life and I’m exhausted to my bones already. Not only is it unusual to pay attention for hours together when bombarded with information that might make or break your career, the commute drains you with every inch you manage to move in traffic.
This is probably a problem unique to Bangaloreans. The roads are in an atrocious state of disrepair and it’s physically draining to the point of being harmful to your spine as you zoom through them. The number of vehicles, the incessant honking, the sudden brakes and the red traffic light at every junction is enough to drive anyone insane. Don’t get me wrong. As someone who was born and brought up here, I love the city from the depths of my heart. But everyone is unanimous in declaring that the traffic scene is one of the worst in the world.
Last Monday I got home with the stupid idea that I would crank out a brilliant post that my readers would be charmed with. I ended up collapsing on the sofa and sleeping without posting at all. I woke up early this morning only to wonder in horror how easily my life went from do-as-you-please to the 9-6 grind.
Should I be complaining though? Isn’t this part and parcel of “growing up and becoming responsible” that our society expects from every individual? Shouldn’t I be thankful I’m born in a century where I am paid and respected for my work? What good would focusing on the negatives do anyway? Perhaps I’m being the famous fox, declaring the grapes to be sour just because it is out of reach. However, I go to bed hoping every night that the next morning will hold something more than the routine I’m forcing my mind and body to get used to. It is the only way that I’m learning to cope with the inevitability of Mondays.
Thoughts? As usual, the comments section is always open if you want to express them. I’m sorry I’ve been terrible at commenting back. I promise to use that commute time to try and catch up on your blogs soon. Also, if you’re new here, thanks a million for following my blog! 🙂 I crossed the 250 mark without much fanfare, not because I don’t value your readership but because I was too hesitant to make a big deal of it. Please note that I appreciate you spending time going over my blog and deciding it is worth some more.