Prompt: “Where have all the flowers gone?” – Pete Seeger. Pick a question from a song title or lyric and give it your best answer.
"Why are Sundays so Depressing" --The Strokes, 7th Track in The New Abnormal Ever since I was a child—and perhaps many can relate—some odd sensation has left Sundays feeling deprived of the utmost joy and enthusiasm that so periodically marks other days. I suspect a plethora of reasons and potential causes, but whatever they may be, I cannot shake the fact that when the week grinds to a halt on Saturday and slowly whirls back up on Sunday, a part of me simply feels empty. Now, perhaps Julian Casablanca wasn't exactly referring to the feelings elicited by Sunday itself—or maybe he was—but, whichever it may be, his question and choice to use it as a reflective inquiry on his feelings of nostalgia prior to his fame still remained unanswered. So why is it that Sundays seemingly seem so sad? I think there are a few ways to approach this question. Firstly, we may conduct a long-winded, longitudinal, cross-sectional study of the apparent mental state and influence Sundays have on one's behavior for a duration of time and document just how this day causes individuals to be affected. But I think, in the interest of time and my outstanding lack of resources, we'll avoid a complex scientific study and resort to one of my favorite pastimes, just thinking about it! In that instance, I suppose we should start somewhere, and that is, why do Sundays make me feel depressed? When I reflect on my short-lived life thus far, the concept of Sundays brings about a moody blue image. A sort of instinctual feeling of dread and dismay that fills my mind with clouds of gray, cold rain, and tasteless toast after waking far too late in the afternoon. Suffice it to say, Sundays don't hold a great image in my mind. But to further our investigation, let's look at the days leading up to Sunday. Undoubtedly, the highlight of my week is the end of it, and I am even more certain that many others will understand why and that I am not alone. After all the work of the week—the studying, work, assignments, exams, distress, and more—Friday and Saturday come as a saving grace to deliver me on a bed of minimal responsibilities and pure indulgence in senseless hobbies, new movies, and delectable snacks. In my mind, these days are practically sacred in their own right, and my right to relax shall not be infringed! Of course, I do prioritize work if it must be done, but a moment to sleep is nice on either day. With that being said, it seems to make more sense as to why Sundays are so depressing. Sunday's are often the dreadful forethought that what is, is soon to become what once was. It is the looming thought that lingers in the calm before the storm, even if that storm isn't too bad or is yet to come. When Sunday arrives, it presents itself as my last refuge before diving back into the deep, dark depths of the week, but as opposed to wrapping myself in a warm blanket and saying five more minutes before waking on a usual day, it practically shoots me out as though I'm laying on a bed of springs. Sunday is devious; it seems to be a bit of a trickster. One minute you feel calm, the next you feel guilty about not preparing for the upcoming inevitable storm and getting a head start. But despite its mental trickery, it's an eternal reminder that you must continue to move and change—that remaining stuck in a state of comfort does not breed growth. It may be uncomfortable, but it is vital that one becomes comfortable with discomfort to find themselves prospering in times of strife. How can we ever expect to progress and find fulfillment if we're too busy binge-watching our favorite rom-com? Perhaps the inherent depression elicited by Sunday is purely subjective, which I likely suspect, and for some Sundays are nothing but pure bliss. But nonetheless, when I see "Why are Sundays so Depressing" in my Spotify queue, it sparks a brief moment of relation, reflection, and ultimately acceptance. Do you think Sundays are depressing? - Bhavnish Every Spring the LRHS Drama Club performs a musical. This year they will be doing a performance of Anything Goes. The musical follows the exploits of various wacky characters on a ship voyage from New York to London. The show has many funny moments and a great jazzy soundtrack. You can sign up for auditions on a sign out sheet in the schools lobby. Auditions will be held after school on the 3rd and 4th of January. If this show sounds interesting to you don’t hesitate to audition!
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