Monday, bloody Monday

Monday. The day in the life that at the slightest provocation, you can go ballistic. The day in the life that existential nihilism is often romanticized - the moment you wake up early to avoid traffic jams on your way to your money-making dungeon. Up to thinking that 5 days from now, weekend is there again to cram all you want to do in life (after spending 5 lifeless days in the money making dungeon).
Monday. Every monday is an agony, a grim reminder that in order to live, one has to die, to be a part of the soulless living dead.
My friend once quipped that i always like to complain - nothing follows. Maybe i have become the mouse in Who Move my Cheese who is afraid to risk changing, even i really long for change. Quite paradoxical, but true. Maybe, i have adapted to live in this money making dungeon, regardless how revolting that may be to my sensibilities (considering i have a security of tenure and i have established friendships with my coillegues). Or maybe, the mere thought of leaving the money making dungeon is enough to bring chills to my spine, how could i support my family financially, i being the sole breadwinner.
So every Monday brings me to confront the stark reality of wanting change but not wanting to be changed. The existential dilemma. The conundrum.