A Monday (much like any other day, I suppose) can unfold in one of two ways. Firstly, it can wind up depressing and uneventful. I will typically find myself sprawled out on my bed, or on the couch, contemplating the pros and cons of suicide versus studying. This will go on for hours, with smoke breaks, until the sun goes down and I decide to go to bed.
The second, and more appropriate way to spend my Monday is studying. As per usual today I avoided class with an excuse (today I lost my credit card.) The process itself took a total of about 6 minutes, and seemed much more important (and less daunting) than listening to an elderly British woman talk to me about the Huns. A day with my nose in textbooks, and photocopies was actually a million more times relaxing (and less self-destructive) than I had originally believed. I mean, I suppose there are less grueling things I can read about than Infantile Sexuality (though there are few less traumatizing.) Spending an hour in the park reading about the phallic reasoning behind thumb-sucking, and orgasm, deters from the awkwardness of the topic itself anyways. (Turns out we were all nymphos straight out of the womb...some of us suppressed it, most of us just kept masturbating until we found someone to play Battleship with, and the rest of us just moved to France and decided being intimate was better than fucking at all.)
With grass in my hair, and dirt on my elbows, I feel a million times more accomplished than I have in awhile, and I'll probably continue studying into the wee hours of the night. It's about time I crack down. I mean, if I'm not going to class I sure as shit should do something mildly stimulating (besides enjoying the beauty of auto-eroticism.) Whether I'm pleasuring myself, or someone else, in the end I guess it's better than we all just keep busy.
Every now and then being bored is okay, but after a weekend of binge drinking to the point of vomiting sometimes it's nice to remind yourself that your body is capable of more than just consumption. One day I will fully apply myself at all hours of the day, but for now I think three or four hours of productiveness is alright with me. I would rather be mildly educated, and bat-shit crazy than over-educated and stir-crazy. And plus if I was studying all hours of the day when would I ever find time for masturbation?