It happens every Friday night. I come back home from work, have dinner with family and then relax. And then it dawns on me that what I had been waiting for the entire week has finally arrived – the illusive weekend.

There are goals to accomplish, list of things to buy (whether in a physical store or online), books to read, documentaries to watch on streaming websites like Netflix and, friends to meet. And all of this has to be done in two days.

On the contrary, a major part of the weekend is spent making up for lost sleep during the week, mindlessly scrolling through the infinite scrolls of Facebook and Instagram, listening to songs that I used to listen as a teenager ranging from Atif Aslam to Eminem (I have a crazy playlist), binging on junk food and watching reruns of The Office.

Sunday evening is that of regret. The sadness of having wasted an opportunity to fill the gaps and come on track with things, and the anxiety of the dawning Monday full of responsibilities, work to be done for the week and unfinished work of the previous week.

Sunday night is that of a firm resolve-

“I will not let this happen again. I will end this vicious cycle next week. I will meet friends and work on my relationships. This will be resolved next week.”

The next week never arrives.