Evening

I think my least favorite part of the day is the evening.

The sunset is gone, bringing in the darkness. Cold, mysterious, and cynical. Those are probably the three words best used for evening. This is when the night should be “young,” and should just be starting. But the way I see it, the evening is the continuation of the afternoon.

Evening is when everyone gets back home from their daily lives. Sure, there’s people who can relax and take solemn peace in knowing that their efforts for the day are over, but I see it as the prime time for the daily recap. Conversations about which coworker was at it again, unfair homework assignments, and overall complaints of the house imagined in the morning, developed in the noon-time, snowballed in the afternoon, and crashed at the evening space.

The worst of all is time. So so so little time. The brief 4-5 hours to take advantage of the rest of the day. But what to do? Mom and Dad just got home, do we talk to them? I see that my friends are online; do I join a game with them? I just remembered! I have a video that my teacher told me to check out. But wait, I have to still finish my homework because I took a nap earlier. See? Not enough time to finish a day’s work.

Evenings are the worst. Too short but too important. We need a better time system that utilizes the best part of the day, otherwise it’ll fall into obscurity, like where the rest of my thoughts went.

Wake me when we all wake up.

-J.E.