The Tao of Antepenultimate Chronology

Yes the title is probably grammatically incorrect, its supposed to mean the 3rd last item in a list of chronological events. In this case specifically Friday, the 3rd last day of the week (Assuming that you start counting from Monday as opposed to Sunday at which point Friday is simply the penultimate day of the week, true story). As well this blog about Fridays is being written on a Wednesday evening.

I think I'm starting to develop an obsession with Fridays, not just Friday as a day of the week but Friday as a philosophy around which one may base their life. This impetus for this obsession began as a was stocking up on Post Honey Bunches of Oats, on sale at Food Basics for the criminally low price of $1.66 per box. Right then I heard "Friday, I'm in love" by the Cure playing over the speakers, probably having heard it once before but not remembering the name of the song or who it was by I googled some of the lyrics when I got home to find the song.



Now since this is a pop song its likely about being in love with someone on a friday, or since its a song by the Cure theres a good chance this song is somehow about unhappiness, but im convinced its actually about the love and downright obsession (Both emotional and physical) of lead singer Robert Smith has for the 5th day of the week. In the past few days i've come to share this obsession. I now love Fridays the way Garfield hates Mondays.

I don't care if Mondays blue, Tuesdays grey and Wednesday too, oh Thursday I don't care about you its Friday that I love. To many people Fridays are payday. Often times for me Fridays are exam day.

I dont care if Mondays black, Tuesday, Wednesday heart attack, oh Thursday never looking back, Its Friday that I love. But more importantly to me Friday is a way of life, a philosophy if you will. Its the idea of an otherwise forgettable event, or even exceptionally difficult event being made not only bearable but downright enjoyable by the events that may potentially follow it. Like sitting through 5 minutes of Leno and not really minding the fact that youre facing a painfully mediocre assault on your senses simply because youre minutes away from Conan.

Monday you can fall apart, Tuesday Wednesday break my heart, oh Thursday doesnt even start, its Friday that I love. The idea of Friday is that no matter how hard what you do on Friday is you wont have to do it on Saturday, so its bearable because its finite.

Monday you can hold your head, Tuesday, Wednesday stay in bed, oh Thursday watch the walls instead, its Friday that I love. But as with a lot of theories you can take this one to far, if you spend all week waiting for Friday, you'll miss the good stuff that happens on the other days even if its not always enjoyable.

On a final note, apparently Robert Smith took a lot of heroin and psychadelic drugs when writing songs for the Cure, then why does his song sound like something Rick Astley would write?