Movement Against Monday Mornings

I’ve been there, you’ve been there, we’ve all been there. The disturbing, soul-sucking noise of the alarm clock screaming in your ear, “GeT uP iT's MoNdAy, ThE fUn Is OvEr!” Like, okay Mr. Alarm Clock, no need to add salt to the wound. The feeling of dysania is just different on Monday Mornings; it hits harder on Monday.


Monday is like a creepy door creaking open, whispering, 'Welcome back to the loop of doom... re-entering the matrix.” I can not express my distaste for Monday in words. It’s like I don't just have a bone to pick with Monday—I have an entire skeleton of complaints. A misunderstanding that I shall not resolve. 


The worst part isn’t even the morning. It’s Sunday night. When you realise you have to go to school tomorrow, submit your homework, put up with the teachers’ gabble. It’s the worst stomach-twisting experience. Honestly, my Sunday evenings are just spent worrying about Monday mornings. Boom. There goes the last bit of weekend joy.


Why can't we just have a day off on Monday, it’s not like it’s a revolutionary change. Taking one extra day off school isn't going to bring down the government. I checked. We'll survive. Honestly, when this order is passed, I’ll be the first one to chant in gratitude. Let’s end the life-long trauma! Save the next generations of the pain that comes with this funny alliteration, “Monday Morning”.


You know how our grandparents tell us about the hard times of their era, how they had to walk twelve miles in the Sahara desert just to get to school, our stories will consist of our great effort to get out of the bed at 7 a.m on Monday. It’s almost like “tomato, tomAto”. The struggles are practically identical…


Jokes aside, enough is enough. How much more shall we suffer? How much more oppression shall we endure? We shall not let the next generation endure the harshness of our time. We must make a change. We must fix the world for them. We should not stay silent. Repeat with me, END THE MONDAY MISERY!


- Hoor, Official Spokesperson of the Anti-Monday Movement

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