America seems obsessed with living for the weekend. I used to be very guilty of this.
I would work and train during the week, doing what I felt needed to be done. I actually liked my job back then. I hate working out, but can’t live without it.
Then the weekend would come and I would get trashed out of my mind to the point of blackouts. Yeah, I had some fun times.
But for every really fun party, or trip out of town, or to a concert or ballgame (all of which usually involved more blackouts) I had 10 weekends of hanging in the same bars having the same useless conversations about the same useless shit.
Uh…we gotta get to the bottom of why the Yankee rotation can’t get past the 6th inning. Who the fuck cares?
In those days, I would never go out and meet anyone for a drink or a meal during the week. I had to get up for work the next day, then push myself through a pretty grueling workout.
After work it was time to cook, eat and watch every pitch of every Yankee game or binge watch Fox News and let the controlled opposition get me worked into a rage.
Sounds like I was pretty disciplined during the week right? Not really. I was actually undisciplined.
Sunday through Thursday, I would not do anything social because I could not get hammered and sleep till noon the next day like I did Friday night through Sunday morning.
Sunday after Mass was spent in a state of “mental preparation” for the work week. You would have thought I was invading Normandy. I was reporting to an office for crying out loud.
When I started training at a local boxing club, I cut out the Friday partying because Saturday morning was the only time I had to get in any road work. The idea of grabbing a meal and 1-2-3 cocktails with friends was a waste of time and money to me.
Because spending 12 hours in bars on a Saturday watching other men play sports was so worthwhile right?
I no longer think like this. Yes, I still work and train. But I try to get the most out of every day whether my leisure time is spent fishing, reading, writing, praying, etc.
If I want a couple cocktails or to go out for a meal or smoke a cigar on a Wednesday, I do it.
Sure, I like the weekends. Most of them entail a few more cocktails and cigars than weekdays, but I am rarely hung over anymore.
When I am, I get pissed at myself for lacking discipline and wasting a day unless the experience leading to the hangover was an especially good time.
I drink far less in totality in 7 days than I used to in one or two. I believe this is far healthier.
So much of our society gets almost all of their enjoyment in life out of the weekend. You walk into work and hear how was your weekend? or what are you doing this weekend or Happy Friday!…
The worst is when people tell you about their birthday weekend. Full grown adults now need an entire weekend to celebrate turning 44? Get fucking real!
Life is far too hard in this rotten culture to have a positive mindset for only 2 days while living in a mental prison for 5.
This is the best time of year that we all dream about in February when we are shoveling snow for the third time in five days. Let’s enjoy every minute we can with our like minded communities, not just a dozen or so sets of 48 hours.
When we live for the weekend, we hardly live at all. Talk soon.
-Marksman