It’s the start of the week and you’re feeling like it would be good to catch up with your friends, find a good place to eat, get a few drinks, and spend this Friday night out of the house.
You’re totally down for it. Hoping your friends are around too because you don’t want to spend another Friday night watching Netflix.
They agree. You’re pumped.
…And then you instantly regret it.
“Maybe they’ll cancel…” you say to yourself every time you look at your phone and see that annoying calendar reminder.
It’s Friday, you finally get home from work, and your friend texts you, “Hey are we still good for tonight?” And you think to yourself:
You roll around, think of excuses, and try to figure out a way to get your friend to come over to your house instead.
After wallowing in self-pity, you get dressed because you’re already running 10 minutes late.
I mean, if you’re going to go out then you should at least feel your best.
Your friend sees you and starts to walk over. Your body starts to sweat. You’ve made a terrible decision to leave your home…
…throughout the whole night you get through by one little motto:
The hours tick on and you regret everything.
You crash in your bed. Sleep through the weekend, and make the same mistake next week.
