I’ve always loved Fridays. Ever since I was little I used to believe that Friday is my lucky day. I can’t remember the reason why, but I must have had a really good one back then .
Because of that, Fridays for me were free days, days in which I wasn’t suppose to do anything that didn’t imply fun or relaxation and if anyone is wondering, yes I skipped school a lot on Fridays when I was a kid and work too for that matter, later on when I was supposedly an adult. Today I did an unusual thing for me to do on such a day: I woke up very early in the morning and got out of the house to have a friendly coffee/herbal tea and although while waiting for the bus I kept touching my cold nose, thinking of my warm blanket and my comfy giant bed, it turned out to be a lot of fun, not to mention I got some insightful ideas on top of it all. So, while riding the tram back home, I realized something about myself. I never like to get out of my comfort zone and although I never say a word about it, I complain a lot inside my thick skull and try to avoid and to resist anything that implies me leaving that safety area, whether it is something as simple as leaving my bed on a cold morning, or needing to face serious shit going on around me. Luckly for me, despite all my complaining and resisting, I always choose to give up my comfort (whatever that means) and congratulate me later for it, but believe me, it’s a constant battle.
Sometimes I think I was designed to sleep on fluffy pillows all day long, covered with fluffy blankets and read about how to dismiss all the fluffiness around me. Such a fluffy dream. And this is one of the main reasons for which Fridays can only mean a fun and free day for me: my imaginations is filled with fluffy things and feelings. That would be a great title for a short story: A fluffy tale by the Friday girl.
