To list the feelings that come with being heartbroken would surely take half a lifetime of research, to find the correct words, and then the other half to be sure that those words are arranged in the correct order and properly used.
…as can be seen in comment on Coco J. Ginger Says.
Monday has become the day of the week that several thousand people have learned to hate the most. Often times, it’s because Monday signifies the day of the week that a bill is due. More often than not, when asked, the average person will respond with something similar to: It’s Monday; gotta go back to work.
Like many people through the course of this rough economy, I have been out of work and Monday doesn’t bother me so much. Even while I was working a full seventy-plus hour work week, Monday was the least of my worries.
For me, the most hated day of the week has been Wednesday. Oh yes, the dreadful Wednesday. To me, it’s Monday. To me, Wednesday needs to be switched with another day of the week; better still, just rename it to something else.
Other than being the name of a character in The Addams Family, played by the young and talented Christina Ricci, Wednesday has nothing of value to offer me. Sure, Wednesday has meaning to other people, but it has lost interest to me.
First of all, I’ve hated Wednesdays, as far as I can remember, because it’s always been the middle of the week, close enough to the weekend that you can almost taste it. That being said: It’s a tease.
Secondly, it was a Wednesday morning around six-thirty that I had an extreme panic attack induced by a combination of sorts, which led me to the hospital only an hour or so afterward. That morning scared the hell out of me. My whole body went completely numb, and according to the E.K.G. that I was hooked up to, my heart was beating around 192-197 times per minute. — Thankfully, I’ve been doing better since that morning.
The following Wednesdays after that horrifying morning were dreadful to me. Each week that passed, I would do everything that I could to remember what I had done that one morning, so I could try my best not to repeat the same steps. I’ve not had an attack similar to the one that morning, and the doctor was unable to tell me what had caused it. — Thanks, Valentine, M. D.(umbass)
Since then though, there have been other measly reasons that I have not enjoyed Wednesdays as much as other days of the week. Most of them, I have to admit, I have forgotten about. There is one other reason that I hate Wednesday.
It was a Tuesday night that began the series of events. Wednesday morning, my ex-girlfriend decided to have a one-night stand. I knew of the whole setup. I saw the e-mails that were arranged. I did nothing at all to stop her. Not a thing. — It’s my fault that she went, you say? — It was her choice to send the e-mails to setup the meeting, grab the keys, and leave the house. Who was it that drove her to the meeting place? Right, right. It was her. It was also her who introduced herself and followed her one-night, if that’s what you consider thirty-five minutes of fun, to the spot that would end our relationship of nine years, two months, and one day. Very, very sad.
So, I have many perfectly suitable reasons to have a distaste for Wednesday. Many of the people who hate Mondays would be better suited with a job they enjoy doing. Then, they too would enjoy Monday as much as they enjoy payday. However, even still, I will continue my distaste for Wednesday.
Out of a simple search of The Addams Family, I have come to learn something new, that I will share with you. Wednesday, the character from Charles Addams’ Addams Family, was said to be named after the phrase, “Wednesday’s child is full of woe,” from the poem “Monday’s Child,” written as a poem to help children remember the days of the week.
One of the many versions available, according to Wikipedia.org editors:
Monday’s child is fair of face
Tuesday’s child is full of grace,
Wednesday’s child is full of woe,
Thursday’s child has far to go,
Friday’s child is loving and giving,
Saturday’s child works hard for a living,
But the child who is born on the Sabbath Day
Is bonny and blithe and good and gay.
As for being born on a Thursday, I’ve come quite a ways. Wednesday being full of woe, I completely understand. Such is life, I suppose.
So, what day of the week do you dislike the most? Leave a comment below to state the day and toss in a short reason to add some flavor.
C. A. Husted 