6 Fridays in a Row

The week after Christmas is always the most interesting to me. Panic shopping is over, as well as the familial carnage that many face. Unhinged drivers revert back into their average states of egocentrism. Relief permeates through the air as the most stressful of seasons winds to a close. As far as anyone is concerned, the year is over, and we’re all just running out the clock. Doctor’s offices call patients to squeeze in earlier appointments. Schools remain closed. Sweat pants and messy hair are spotted throughout the grocery stores. Every day is casual Friday. In fiction, this is when trauma hits the protagonist at their core, and they sit silently in the wake of everything that had taken place, unsure of how to carry on. For us, it’s just the end of the chapter, and we know that the page is about to turn. So why do we do this every year? Maybe we thrive in chaos. It gives us something to look forward to, and something to look back on. After all, no good stories come from a place of comfort.