Monday Miasma # 14

Lo, and behold! The miasma of Monday is upon us once again!

If the workweek is a digestive track, then Monday is the primary cause of all allegorical acid-refulx.

Gimme a B! Gimme an A! Gimme a R! Gimme a F! What does that spell?!?!

The figurative face-plant that ensues scatters us in a myriad of directions, causing a small, invisible mutiny of motives within us. A hundred wishes wantonly wandering in different directions, seeking fulfillment that we intuit shan’t arrive.

“I’m up… I’m up. I’m down.”

And while we give our best at each juncture of challenge and opportunity, it seems that we are unable to perform the simple tasks required to function adequately.

Nailed it.

What a cruel and sadistic usurper the architect of Capitalism is, laughing with teeth bared at our melancholic misfortunes… our trivial toils.


But there is hope! When the pressures of our paradoxically puritanical and perverse society seem to much to bear, there is the relief of the ridiculous always at the ready. Apparently, hypocrisy breeds hilarity, and the internet is our cosmic court stenographer. For example:

Exhibit A.

Exhibit B.

Exhibit C.

There… Feel better?

Well, we tried…

Gifs via: here, here, here, here, and here.

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