i don't know why.
maybe it's just me.
but i find myself getting anxious on sunday nights.
it started when i was a kid.
and even though, generally, i liked school, there was always this overwhelming sense of dread/panic that came over me on sunday nights.
my parents weren't big on tv.*
but on sundays?
on sundays, we'd all gather around to watch bob saget host america's funniest home videos.**
it should have been a treat, watching tv.
but all i could do was panic about SUNDAY.
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fast forward two decades and i still get that feeling.
even if something awesome might be happening on monday.
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these pictures were taken last sunday.
it was warm out.
the boy and i were driving around together.
my brain told me that it was time to get anxious.
but the beauty of the setting sun
and me, holding hands with the boy i love
while listening to the radio
made me remember that it's ok.
you're not so scary, sunday.
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*and now i watch it allthetime.
**i was always secretly hoping he'd trip over that fake living room set