Your pick

There was something about those oh-so-long Saturdays, when you spend the whole day in bed wearing your warmest pajamas, hiding from the worlds disasters under layers of blankets and behind a computer screen. And of course, when I say “world’s disasters” I do not actually mean anything that is even barely relevant to the actual well-being of the world rather than the well-being of you.
Saturdays are the real God’s gift to mankind, since they do not have the shadow of Monday already creeping through every inch of your minds labyrinths. Saturday is the most relaxed you will ever feel – one week being over and the next one not being started yet. It is like a time loop, where all the matter is relative. Time is relative. Space is relative. Anything that ceases to exist outside of your bed – relative. And even you, even you are relative; because on Saturdays you are not the person you usually are. Through the screen of your TV or computer you can become any hero or heroine. Through this screen you gaze intensely at everything you have ever wished your life would be like. Love, adventure, risk, friendship, miracles, magic, etcetera, etcetera.
Anything remotely interesting that is going to happen to you, you have most likely already seen in a movie; when shouldn’t it be the other way around? Shouldn’t you experience something and want to record it or make it into a movie just so you could relive every second of this experience over and over again?
On Saturday, your train of thought goes faster than ever; it is always on a verge of crash. You never know if the next thought is going to have you in rage or reaching for a box of tissues. But it doesn’t really matter, does it. Trains or no trains, you just numb yourself again with the next dose of love, adventure, risk, friendship, miracles, magic, sex. Just take your pick.