You know what I hate about long weekends? Pressure.
This is definitely a first-world problem, and I acknowledge that. But I feel pressure before a long weekend like many guys do before Valentine’s Day.
Everyone asks, “what are you doing for the long weekend?” and you’re expected to have an exciting answer. Standard weekend fare need not apply.
I’m from cottage country. I’m surrounded by people who are escaping to the cabin for the long weekend, where they’ll have idyllic days hiking through nature followed by even more idyllic nights toasting marshmallows around the campfire (or so I imagine).
What can you do when you don’t have a cottage or a car? When there’s no easy escape route?
Long weekends always sneak up on me. Too often, The Boy and I will wake up on the Saturday of a long weekend going “What do you want to do?” “I dunno, what do you want to do?” We usually do something, but often no more than we’d do any other weekend. Which often leaves us without scintillating answers to the question, “So, what did you do on the long weekend?”
Does anyone else feel this weird kind of pressure to think up something fascinating to do on long weekends? Or are you lucky enough to have a cottage so you don’t have to worry about it?