Tell me why I don't like Mondays

The other day I was thinking about the egoism and illogic of my youth, and two incidents came to mind. One: in 9th grade, my friend Jessica told me, probably in response to something I had said about my writing (this was in the days when everyone thought I would be a famous writer by the time I was 19 ha ha), "Sara, you could write a story about a hole in the wall, and it would still be interesting." I was flattered. I told my mom about it later, and she obviously thought it was a very nice thing for Jessica to say. Then I said, "So I had an idea. I think I'm going to write a story about a hole in the wall!" I can't believe this was the conclusion I drew. My mother looked as if she knew I needed some deflating. Two: I remembered an argument I had with my parents at around age 14 or 15. I don't remember what was making me so upset, nor do I remember what I said that prompted my dad to respond with, "That's not true." I probably said something along the lines of, "I feel like everyone thinks I'm stupid," or something similar. So when my father said it wasn't true, I cried, "How can it be untrue if it's what I feel?" Lesson: teenagers are stupid. Mike and I went to the Phillies-Mets game on Saturday at Shea. We decided to drive there, since we're a stone's throw from Flushing. It took us 9 minutes! It was pretty amazing. The Phillies won. My whole family roots for the Mets, so it's kind of in my blood to do so as well. Now that I'm living with a Phils fan, I'm kind of torn. I found myself rooting for the Phillies rather than the Mets. I would say I felt like a traitor, but I don't exactly. I'm sure my family would call me one, however.... I'm not a huge sports fan, but the game was pretty intense. A couple fights broke out in our section, and we witnessed a number of people (Phillies fans as well as Mets) escorted out of the stadium. I don't think I've ever been at a game with that kind of action. Later, when I was talking to my parents, they said, "Did Mike wear his Phillis cap? We were worried you were going to get mugged." No, it was only the antagonistic fans who were getting pummeled. I hate Mondays! I wish life were perpetual Fridays. Wouldn't that be great? (But only if the Friday led up to the weekend... I don't want to always be stuck on Friday. Now that would be tantalizing.) --------