I'm beginning to find that my life is following a very ridiculous pattern. It seems that I am crazy during the weeks and even more so on a typical Saturday and Sunday, but Friday night -- oh boy. Nothing. It's like I am a freight train powering down the tracks at top speed but then out of no where, the break lever is pulled and I slam on my breaks, screechingly coming to a halt.
I literally feel like I'm going crazy on Friday nights. Too much of a change of pace is not something I handle well. The insanity of the week met by the complete emptiness of Friday nights is both depressing and annoying. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy a bit of down time, but to have absolutely nothing to do in the midst of my ridiculously crazy life is like a splash of cold water -- throws me off and makes me feel like my life accumulates to nothing at the end of the week. So strange.
What makes it worse is when my *younger* siblings have plans -- the siblings in middle school and high school, with or without licenses, out traipsing about and I'm at home literally watching a Criminal Minds marathon. I'm too cheap to go sit in a theater by myself and too bored to call every person I know until I find someone who will agree to hang out with me. The pointlessness of the situation glares at me with every tick of the clock in the living room.
Here's hoping the rest of the summer breaks this lovely pattern that my life has so wonderfully fallen into.
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