Why I hate the afternoon


Do you know what’s the worst part about an afternoon?

Apart from the fact that it’s neither fresh as a morning, nor beautiful as the evening & never adventurous as the night?

It’s a hot, sticky time of the day when usually all you can do is stay indoors, pull the curtains, turn the AC on if you’re lucky & finish your work if you’re not lucky enough.

It’s waiting time – time either spent planning about the evening that’s about to come or spent reminiscing about the morning you had.

It’s that time of the day when you’re already exhausted, though not satisfied to call it a day.

But it’s a safe time. Therefore, usually it’s a sad time.

To me, the afternoon represents this stupid post-youth, pre-middle age time in life.

The carefree morning is the childhood & the youth – full of beginnings, possibilities & fresh energy where you have no idea & not even a worry about what the day would be like.

The evening is the ‘proper adulthood’ as I like to call it- where if you’re smart enough you’ve found a place & company to lean back & enjoy the sight. Or you’ll just spend it reaching back home if you’re a regular joe.

The mysterious night or the ‘pre-climax’ years- can either be spent preparing for the sleep or getting ready for the party where you’ll probably pass out. To each his own, as they say.

So, what are you doing this afternoon?