So, I really wanted to write about narcissism today. I’ve encountered more than my fair share of people who believe the world revolves around them over the last six month and I feel like I have a lot to say on the subject. Probably too much for my own good. But, then I thought: geez, won’t that make me sound like a holier-than-thou, self-centered twit? Probably, considering I write a blog all about me that I put out there for all the world to read. Although, to be honest, aren’t all writers narcissistic? Isn’t it what gives us the confidence to put pen to paper? Sylvia Plath thought so and I tend to agree to some extent; but, on the other hand, I am amazed that anyone would be interested in the shit that goes up on this blog. In my defense, I really do this blogging thing to exercise my writing muscles. Keeps the creativity good and lubed up. (oh my, what a mental picture). Okay, so instead of getting on a soap box and venting about the self-centered nitwits that have pissed in my Wheaties lately, I’m going to delve into the mysterious world of Tuesday.
Yep, Tuesday. You know that day after Monday and before Wednesday. This brilliant definition of Tuesday is courtesy of those genius contributors of Wikipedia. Who writes that crap? Oh dear. I just used that crap as source material. What does that say about me? Lazy writer. Anyway, Tuesday seems to be a somewhat uninteresting day, though a bit controversial. In some cultures, it is considered an unlucky day. Lord help you if the thirteenth of the month falls on a Tuesday. You’re totally screwed. However, in Judaism, it is considered very lucky because the Bible tells us so in Genesis – twice. This, again, is according to Wikipedia and not via any personal knowledge on my part. Of all the books in the Bible, Genesis is the most mind-boggling to me and thus, I’ve never read it completely.
Well which is it? Lucky or not? I guess it just depends on where you’re standing on the globe. Personally, I feel I’m largely indifferent to Tuesday, as I suspect most people are. But now that I think about it, I imagine Tuesday at the school dance dressed in pink (Tuesday is associated with the color pink on the Thai calendar – Wikipedia again) standing against the wall. She really wants drunk Friday to ask her to dance but instead straight-laced nerdy Monday will do the honors. Do you think she feels lucky? Probably not, although she is. Friday has no substantial earning potential. Monday is worth the investment but she doesn’t see it. She is blinded by Friday’s rugged good looks and shallow charisma. Monday will eventually move on with hot Saturday and the opportunity for Tuesday to live happily ever after will have slipped through her greedy little fingers. Tuesday will have to settle on Thursday who has remained mostly obscured in Friday’s shadow for years and thus will end up bitter and disillusioned. They will likely divorce.
Tuesday doesn’t seem to be particularly lucky to me. Seems to me that she makes bad choices because she is superficial and petty, even narcissistic. I guess Tuesday deserves her place in the week, largely ignored between dreaded (but fabulous) Monday and Hump Day Wednesday (he’s like that self-help guru who pumps you up and gets you through to Friday). I think Tuesday might be my least favorite day of the week. She has become to me what Monday is to you.
*On a more interesting note: Today – a Tuesday – will be the longest day of the year as it is the summer solstice and marks the first day of summer. If you live where I live though, it’s been unofficially summer for a way too long already. At this point, I’d be more impressed with the winter solstice.