Surviving Monday Without Witnesses

The Alarm That Will Not Be Silenced

The first sound you hear on Monday morning isn’t the birds singing or the gentle rustling of trees. No, it’s your alarm clock blaring like a war horn, reminding you that the world has decided to throw another Monday at you. You lie there, half-awake, convinced that surely the universe has made a mistake.

You pull the blanket up over your head, trapping yourself in a cocoon of denial. Just five more minutes. You press the snooze button like you’re in a reflex competition, hoping that time will just stand still. But no. It doesn’t. Time keeps marching forward, and Monday keeps showing up, like an unwelcome guest at a party you didn’t RSVP for.

You stare at the ceiling, wondering if there’s any way to just pretend it’s still Sunday. Maybe you can will the universe to reverse itself, give you one more day of blissful ignorance. But nope. Reality calls again—louder this time.

You’re not ready. You’ll never be ready. But somehow, you have to face it.


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Step One: Deny, Deny, Deny

It’s time to face facts. You are a Monday Survivor in a world that forces everyone to work, function, and be productive. But not you. Not yet. You are the master of denial. If you pretend long enough, maybe Monday will just go away, right? Right?

You slowly open your eyes, squinting at your phone, which is lying on the nightstand, still glowing with the harsh reality of the day. You see the notification that your boss has sent an email titled “Urgent: Monday Morning Project.” Ugh. There it is. The beast.

But you are not going to deal with that. No, not today. You are going to pretend it doesn’t exist.

You swipe the notification away. Ignore. Unread. Pretend it’s not there.

Your plan is solid. Denial is the first step in survival. Step one is officially complete. You roll back over, face-first into the pillow, and enter a state of pure, unadulterated avoidance. Monday has no power over you... yet.


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Step Two: Snacks to the Rescue

You don’t need a superhero cape. What you need is snacks. Specifically, snacks that should never be part of a balanced breakfast. What do you have? Pizza from last night? Check. A half-eaten bag of chips? Oh, you bet. The comfort of processed carbohydrates can do wonders for your mental health.

You finally muster up the energy to swing your legs off the bed and grumble your way to the kitchen. You’ve gone through the motions of breakfast before—eggs, toast, a smoothie—but who has the energy for that on a Monday? Not you. No, today you are living on the wild side.

In the refrigerator, there’s an entire pizza from yesterday’s Netflix binge, still sitting there like a glorious, greasy gift from the gods. You stare at it, contemplating whether or not you should eat it cold. After a brief internal debate, the decision is made. It’s happening. You take the pizza, cold and all, and go back to the couch.

Coffee? Of course. But that’s just a vehicle for caffeine. You’re not here for a nice, clean morning. You’re here for survival, and survival requires pizza, coffee, and zero judgment.

You plop back down on the couch, and the world outside feels irrelevant. The sun could be rising, people could be bustling outside, but as long as you're cocooned in this snack-based sanctuary, Monday can’t touch you.


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Step Three: Accept the Black Hole of Social Media

Now that you’ve got your comfort food in hand, it’s time to mentally prepare yourself for the inevitable. You’re going to have to do something today. But it doesn’t have to be right now. Social media is a black hole of procrastination that you will willingly fall into.

You open Instagram. Just a quick scroll. Nothing serious. And yet, three hours later, you’re deep into your cousin’s vacation photos from two years ago and still have no idea what’s happening in the world outside your apartment. It’s like social media is your very own personal Bermuda Triangle.

You scroll through memes. Dogs wearing sunglasses. Cats doing parkour. Someone’s elaborate recipe for avocado toast. This is the distraction you need, the coping mechanism that will allow you to pretend that Monday doesn’t exist.


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Step Four: Pretend You’re on a Tropical Island

By now, it’s clear that you’re not getting out of bed anytime soon. But, for the sake of your own sanity, you need to at least mentally escape. You’re not in your apartment. You’re on a tropical island, preferably one where no one has heard of the word “Monday.”

You close your eyes for a second and start imagining the sound of the ocean waves, the soft rustling of palm trees, and the gentle thwack of a coconut falling nearby. You can almost feel the warm breeze on your skin as you sip on a fruity drink with a tiny umbrella in it. It’s paradise. It’s freedom. It’s... the exact opposite of your current situation.

You even have your tropical island playlist going in your head, filled with soothing reggae beats. The email from your boss? The laundry piling up? Those don’t exist here. You’ve entered a zone where Mondays are simply a myth passed down by mainlanders. You are living your best life.


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Step Five: Just Do It (Eventually)

The day isn’t over yet, though, and eventually, the reality will hit you. You will have to leave your safe, snack-filled bubble and face the cold, hard facts of adulthood. At some point, the pizza will run out, and the email from your boss will have to be read.

But that’s a problem for future you. Today, you survive. You’ve made it through the morning with nothing but snacks and denial to keep you afloat.

And that’s enough.