I posted a thread by a similar name a while back. I've found that not much has changed since then - I still am finding that often get into a funkybaddepressedanxious mood on Sundays.
Is it the fact that I have to go to work the next day, to a job that I don't necessarily hate but don't necessarily love either? Where I will have to spend 40 hours (and often more) of my week with gossipy, sometimes rude coworkers who I would never spend time with by choice? Where demands will be made of me that I don't feel capable of fulfilling?
I used to hate Sundays when I was a kid because it meant:
- going to church (Catholic mass), which meant dressing in clothes that I hated, going to a dark, windowless church filled with odd people, sitting through a boring service, and waiting forever afterwards while my parents talked with their friends, and treated me like I was an embarrassment to them. Also, in later years, when I was an altar boy, getting nervous and forgetting everything that I was supposed to be doing, to the point where the congregation was laughing at me.
- Knowing that I had to go back to school the next day.
So maybe the negative assocations I developed with Sundays as a youth are hard-wired into my psyche.
At any rate, I'm trying to come up a psychological trick to help me dispel the dark clouds of deep unease that always seem to hover over me on Sundays. Perhaps a new name is in order. "Funday", or "Saturday - part deux".
Does anybody else get the Sunday blues? Have you found any good ways to deal with it?