In my semiregular (so far) posts, since I started blogging, I’ve stated some truly bland opinions. I’ve written about how I don’t like people being rude to me, or that I don’t like people trying to strike up a conversation with me when I’m clearly reading. And I guess I’m doubling down on these ‘ruffle no feathers’ statements with this lemon and herb level spicy take; I like the weekend. I’ll spare you the stock sarcastic comment about how daring I am and just move on.

As someone who has been through the mainstream education system, followed by getting a job, weekends ended up becoming something I thought more fondly of than ‘two days to do what I want’ strictly merits. Now, this does sound like I’m building up to some kind of dismissal of the value of weekends, in a clever subversion of the idea that I’m making non-controversial statements. But no, this is what’s known as ‘padding’, where you add some non-essential components to a piece of writing or media to make it longer than it strictly needs to be.

I’m definitely in support of weekends, but I feel a certain amount of judgement when I don’t do much with them. Because sometimes, ‘what I want’ is to do nothing. After five straight days of attending to responsibilities and getting things done and generally trying to be an adult, getting up and spending a couple of hours playing video games in my pyjamas. It’s not that I fail to see the merit in the criticism that I should use that free time to do something with others, or something that benefits me in the long term. It’s just that I feel that if I decide to do the opposite of those things and rewatch Brooklyn 99 once again, I shouldn’t have to justify that decision.

Maybe, in ten years time, I’ll regret that I didn’t spend my weekends honing a skill which would then benefit me in that situation. But, if I do treat my weekends as work days where I don’t have to leave the house, who is to say that my future self won’t be regretting not spending more time relaxing?