Monday, again...

It’s that dreaded day of the week. The day we all loath, but struggle through anyway. Why? there’s just 52 of them in a year, yet they are the least enjoyable of them all. Why did we create this day? Yes. We created this day. Can it be that some cosmic intelligence is laughing at the deplorable state of intelligence on this planet, that the self declared pinnacle of existence created ‘Monday’!

No other animal needs to mark time. It merely needs to know when the food is plentiful, to stuff itself full and when it’s not how to forage for what is available. Dogs don’t go barking mad on Fridays ‘cause it’s the weekend baby. They just go barking mad if you are out of site for more than a few minutes. They act as if they haven’t seen you in years when you arrive home from work,… or maybe it’s because the food bowl is empty? Whatever their reason, you don’t see them fretting about Monday. My sisters toy dog - yes there are such a thing - merely stretches himself out leisurely and watches from he’s favorite place on the couch as the house goes nuts, getting ready for work.

It patiently waits for all the fuss to subside then goes and sits down in front of grandpa and waits. In a few minutes my father will have gotten so nervous with this dog staring at him, that he’ll get up and go and fetch him his treats. Two Blue Label Marie-biscuits. A very plain dry biscuit, but none the less, he gets his own. The house has theirs and so does he. He used to get the treats at ten in the morning. At the same time that the ritual laden old people would have their morning cup of tea with a slice of heavily jammed toast. But, as a good dog is supposed to, or so he’d have us believe, he changed the timing. He’ll take his treat first thing very much an sleep through the ten o’clock ritual.

We all think that we are training the dog, but it’s in actual fact the other way around.They are training us. We merely think we are in charge, but that’s because they let us think that. You don’t believe me, just sit and watch any pet owner. They react on queue to the slightest hint from the dog. Cooing in baby talk to the animal and it dutifully tilts it’s head to an angle, looking for all the world as if it’s turning it’s good ear to the human. Meanwhile it’s going: “Yeah, right. Get to the good stuff.” The owner or passer by will invariable stuff something in the dogs general direction, which it would scarf-up greedily or pet it - both are good in doggie world. Food and attention.

It’s these simple things that everyone has forgotten about when they made Monday. Rather pay more attention to people than create these horrible days where you are dragged from a wonderful night of sleep to the cruel world of earning a living. What kind of living is that? You aren’t living. You are exchanging your precious time on this plane for stuff! You don’t event get to feel the money in your hands anymore. It’s all numbers in a computer somewhere and when the god of Receipt has dwindled that number down to zero, you pine away for what you had. We as a species is pathetic in deed. We want what we can’t have. Ignore that which we got. Then want it back when it’s gone. If we wanted it back at a later stage, wouldn’t the smart thing have been to not loose or ignore it to begin with?