Intro

The mind is such a complex thing. Incalculable sections of it control many different aspects of our lives. It controls our emotions; every little emotion you feel has to travel through this complicated device before being expressed. But more importantly, it stores our memories. All of our memories; from the small, minuscule, even insignificant memories, to the large, life-changing ones. Most, if not some that get lost along the way, remain in our mind for our entire lives. Sometimes we aren't aware of them, sometimes a certain memory is all our mind can brood over. So many people wish they could forget a specific memory, but what they don't realise, is that every single memory you experience makes you who you are. Whether it be a bad memory or a good one, in some shape or form, this changes us for life because we, if only slightly, change our opinions on things from what has happened. This could be looked at positively or negatively, depending on what a person has experienced. Every person is different because they go through different things from one another throughout their lives. If one life-changing situation occurs, someone may see something or someone in a different light than before, or maybe they have to finally accept that everything changes and nothing every stays the same, however dearly they want it to.

Prologue - Fatalism.

I adore Sundays. There is just something about them. From the outside and in, they appear so peaceful and calm, and being the last day of rest before work or school begins, they are people's last chance, per se.

This is not to say I don't like every day of the week individually, but Sunday, Sunday is just. There are no words to explain it. Maybe there is no-one on this entire planet that shares the same view as me, but in a way, I understand that. I have my reasons to love Sundays. And some people have their reasons to [i]hate[/i] Sundays, too. Fair is fair.

Then there is Monday. Monday is the aftermath of a beautiful day and thus, is how it has gained the prize of being the most repulsive day of the week. The quota of luck in a week is filled on a Sunday, so Monday is sure to be the worst day of the entire week, because there isn't even an ounce of luck or happiness left over. If Monday were a living thing, people would cower in fear when it passed them in the street in an attempt to avoid it. Gangs would beat it to a pulp the first chance they got, and Monday would most definitely, without a doubt, be Public Enemy Number One.

I may be going on a whim here, but I like to be organised and by being organised, I mean, I prepare schedules of what I need to do each day. I think days are very important, because life-changing events happen in each one to completely different people, and I love it. One day may seem very boring to one person, but to another, a miracle has just occurred in their life. Besides, days are vitally important to me because everyday is planned out and I know exactly what is going to happen. Usually.

Organization gives me a sense of control and without it, I literally crumble to pieces. I don't know what is what, I have no idea where I should be at a certain time, and I don't know what people I'm supposed to meet. This generally happens when the plan I'm intently trying to stick to is completely destroyed.

I couldn't survive without this one day of instant panic though. I have to submit to the fact that just because I hate and despise something doesn't mean it will finally leave me alone and disappear. It'll exist long after I'm gone. And that is a lesson well learnt.

I don't really know why I like Sundays, actually. They are the one day out of the whole week that is [i]never[/i] scheduled. Sunday is the only day I let myself 'go with the flow'. I let myself be disorganised for that one day and I don't like it, at [i]all[/i]. I suppose Sundays allow me the chance to relax and enjoy myself, and maybe that is why I like it so much. However, on a Sunday evening, I plan what I will do the next day - Monday. And nothing that I schedule for a Monday ever goes to plan, because - well, it is Monday, and Monday likes to mess people's lives up.

Ron always tells me that Monday changes everything, whether it is for the better or worse and that we have to accept this. It's easy to accept, but it isn't always as easy to forget.