Sunday Afternoons

Everyone seems to live for the weekend. The wild nights that you barely remember and waking up with a stranger who you hope to forget. But sometimes the fast life leaves you breathless, chasing the next party makes you forget where you came from. You end up lost.

There’s people in your life who are the epitome of a Saturday night, the people with whom you share you Marlboro Lights and who dare you to do just one more shot of tequila. And yes, they’re fun- the best kind of distraction from real life with its real life problems and its real life consequences. They are what have you laughing into a bottle of cheap vodka and screaming the words to awful pop songs at the top of your lungs until you’ve forgotten why you drinking vodka from the bottle in the first place. Because who cares about the hangover, or the come down? Who cares about Monday when it feels so far away? You stop caring because as long as there is another party you still have something to run to. And these are the people who will make sure you run until your feet bleed.

But then come the people who are like a Sunday afternoon- you don’t have to chase them until you can’t breathe. You may be sharing your Marlboro’s but they make you a cup of tea to say ‘thanks’. They’re not trying to fill that hole in your life, just trying to make it a little less painful- not trying to distract you from your problems, but help you through them. The people that will have you sitting on a kitchen floor with a bottle of wine at two in the morning and dancing under the stars until you’re so tired that you end up sleeping on your lumpy sofa. Because why would you want to risk the morning after when you don’t need the night before anymore? Who needs to stay out all night when you have a reason to stay home? Why would you hate a Monday morning if it means waking up with your better half snoring softly into the pillow next to yours? You start caring because you never want to have to chase a Saturday night again. They’re the people who keep your feet on the ground while your heart is in the clouds.

That’s why a Sunday Afternoon will always beat a Saturday Night; because it’s not about getting lost, it’s about feeling at home.