Song for a Crappy Tuesday

Holy cow.

This morning, I typed the words "Tuesday is the Worst Day of the Week" into Google. What came back was a tide of commentary from writers all around the world, announcing that Tuesday is indeed the worst day and, in many cases, for the exact reasons I stated in my earlier post.

I'm not so much bothered by this (like, "Damn, here I thought I was bein' all arch and original.") as I am intrigued. These posts existed before I wrote mine and, plenty more will rise up, I'm sure. But, until this moment, I had never heard of them. These people are unknown to me and yet we share the same thought and articulate it in nearly the exact same way.

It's possible we're all responding to some pop culture touchstone, like the movie "Office Space". Still, the consistencies in how other people think are heartening, the logic or associations they take to arrive at a conclusion. Makes me feel like less of an alien.

Just don't sell that shit out to an ad company. THEY KNOW TOO MUCH ABOUT US ALREADY.


Moods, good or bad, can very easily overtake me. I wish a good mood had more power to sustain itself. As I have told past students, it is easy to play or write a character that is sad or gloomy - those feelings have a gravity that can be nigh on inescapable - but happiness or jubilation are very delicate. In a blink, they can be destroyed.

(It is possible for despair to be crushed in a heartbeat but, in my experience, I have found that Sorrow and his gang of miscreants tend to have a stronger zero-to-sixty capacity in their monster truck than Serenity has in its horse drawn buggy.)

I have come across songs that, no matter the day I'm having, no matter the real or imagined failings, or missed connections, I can hear them and I'm nearly giddy.

It's especially great when I hear them by accident.

The other day I was heading into town, in kind of an irritated stupor, listening to the radio. "I'm Gonna Be" by The Proclaimers came on. My terrible mood vaporized.

It's a crappy Tuesday. Apparently most of us think it is. May The Proclaimers make it less so.



(Seriously, is there ANYONE more Scottish than they?)