Monday Blues,
Is It?
by: Ulysses Ybiernas ♦ August 22, 2016
A haunting reflection on Monday blues, hidden tensions, and the unsettling presence of “wolves in sheep’s clothing” in everyday life, where trust feels fragile and authenticity is rare.
Monday has a way of arriving uninvited, like a cold hand on the shoulder just when the warmth of the weekend still lingers. Today, the weight of it feels heavier than usual. It’s not just the familiar reluctance to begin again; it’s something deeper, something instinctive. A quiet alarm ringing beneath the surface.
It feels like sensing rot before it’s visible, like catching a faint, sour note in the air that no one else seems to notice. And yet, my whole being reacts, recoils, warns me to tread carefully.
Or perhaps it’s not the day itself, but the people waiting within it.
There are wolves here. Not the kind that bare their teeth openly, but the ones draped in the softest wool, smiling with practiced warmth. They speak gently, move carefully, and wear kindness like a costume, but beneath it all is something sharp, something patient. Waiting. Watching. Ready to strike the moment I let my guard fall.
And that’s the cruel irony of it all.
I find myself breathing easier among strangers, those who owe me nothing, who pretend nothing, than among the familiar faces that should feel like home. With outsiders, there is honesty in the distance. With insiders, there is a quiet performance, a tension that never quite dissolves.
It’s exhausting, this constant awareness. This need to read between words, to measure every glance, to question every kindness.
So I catch myself wishing, almost pleading, for time to bend just a little.
Can we go back? Just a few hours, a few moments. Back to the ease, the laughter, the unguarded stillness of the weekend.
Because I’m not ready. Not for the masks. Not for the game. Not for the quiet battles that Monday seems to bring with it.
I’m not ready to face the wolves again.
Some Mondays don’t begin with time, they begin with instinct, with the quiet knowing that not every smile is safe, and not every place that feels familiar is home.
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