“I never could get the hang of Thursdays.” —Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
Thursdays are awkward. Assuming you live in the Monday-Friday “work week,” Thursday is part of the downward slope to freedom, i.e. the weekend. Yet it is still far enough away that there’s not much excitement about Thursday, not like with Friday. Thursday is like being two customers back in the 8 items or less line. The person at the register is critically old and has just pulled out his coin purse to count out exact change. The person in front of you is holding a half gallon jug of milk in one hand, thumbing his checkbook with the other.
Somehow I’ve always felt an affinity for Thursdays. They just seem right despite being out of wack. Don’t get me wrong, weekends are far superior, but of the week days, Thursday has always been my favorite.
(which broke our heart when we read The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.)
It makes sense that Thursdays are perplexing to Arthur Dent. Everything is befuddling to Arthur. Just toss Thursday on the pile. That general state of confusion drew me to the character. Like him, I find Life, the Universe, and Everything baffling.
(unlike Arthur though, we catch a break. at least with Thursdays. everyone deserves a break.)
That’s what was so sad to me, poor Arthur couldn’t even catch a break with Thursdays. Granted, he is a fictional character. Even if he wasn’t, I can’t know everything. Maybe he as a better grasp on Mondays than I do.
(this is where fan fiction comes in. redressing Arthur’s Thursday deficiency with a perfect understanding of Mondays.)
Don’t worry. I’ll spare you the horrors of attempting that here. I’m not into fan fiction, writing or reading it. Though . . . I am running out of ideas and still have a few days left in Journaling June.
(hmmm . . . no.)
It is peculiar though, identifying so much with a fictional character that I’m caught up by a throw-away detail. But that’s life, innit? A collection of innumerable random, inconsequential details. And then here comes art (in whatever form) and it surfaces them in an off-hand way, which, like the best slight-of-hand tricks raise the illusion to the level of magic.
(kind of like the way awkward Thursdays have a special place in our heart exactly because of all it’s weirdness?)
Yeah. Something like that.