Angie stood in front of her mirror and felt ugly. It wasn’t the first time she has this feeling. She didn’t know what to do or what to think. She turned her head and looked from her window to see a beautiful sunset. It was Sunday, and the weekend was almost over. Tomorrow, she thought, is a new day; tomorrow is Monday. She also said to herself that she didn’t like Mondays. Why? you are probably asking. Because on Mondays she has to commute from her parents house in the mountains to her tiny flat in the city. It wasn’t only commuting that disturbed her. She never could define that feeling of sadness that used to fill her on Sundays in the evening and that used to stay with her for hours and days afterwards. She would have given anything to get rid of this feeling, but she couldn’t. Sometimes she used to leave her parents house on Sunday evening just to skip the whole pattern of thoughts all together. Lately, she was trying a new strategy: to wake up early (sometimes very early) on Monday morning and to commute to her tiny flat so that she would spend only about 20 to 30 minutes on the road. This new strategy seems to work, but she knew deep down that sooner or later she would have to face “the pattern of thoughts” that were pulling her down.
So what was she thinking about on Monday mornings and on Sunday evenings?
Ummm…. Very good question.. .what do you think she was thinking about?
Please feel free to answer this question by commenting on this text 🙂
(By Zeina Gabriel)