It always seems like Sunday night

Why does it always feel like Sunday night. It's one night of the week I really find very uncomfortable. I guess when you spend your entire existence on your own things like this can really get under your skin.

Lonliness has a distinct vibration or feeling about it; at least for me it has. There's this certain wistful and empty space that I am always occupying. And Sunday nights only make it worse.
Of course the sage advisors among us will supply good advice, and not even send a bill, and say you should get out more; mix with people more. Well, yes that's probably good advice but the average individual doesn't want to get into the deep and meaningful things of life or deal with dysfunctional misfits. Apparently I qualify for the latter descriptor. Accordingly people don't want me around. Mind you, it's only fair, I'm not the biggest fan of people who are intollerant of me either. I'm a pitiful conversationalist and have the skill of rubbing people up the wrong way with such ease and rapidity; so the luck of being able to fit in with usual conversation is something that won't come to pass.

The Great Judges of me, will be only too glad and quick, to tell you of my failings, foibles and obnoxiousness. And if you need their phone numbers or email, let me know.

But as I was mentioning before about Sunday nights; and of course it's Sunday night and the usual knawing feeling in the pit of my stomach reminds me of the same feeling I had when I used to start thinking about school the next day, when I was a child; and that, compounded with the torment and violence that masqueraded as my childhood contiually made for a perpetual state of foreboding and worry. And don't you just love the wise-arses that say don't worry. No worries. Then you have the tormenting sociopaths who make it their calling to make your life miserable and painful by either mentally and emotionally sodomizing you or destroying your property or creations or both as was my experiece.

So now the clock has ticked over past midnight and it's Monday morning not Sunday night so I guess the time of my gut-pain and worry has past. Well at least according to the clock.