Thursday? Oh No–It’s Too Gruesome.

I really do think that Truman Capote was pretty brilliant, even if his latter years were embarrassing and even if he was an ungraciously jealous friend to Harper Lee, and the novella Breakfast at Tiffany’s is just…something. My favorite Capote piece is actually “A Christmas Memory” (if you haven’t read it, you should. With a hankie handy.) but Tiffany’s has something in it that I love, something that the Hollywood version totally erases. I’m not going to give it away, so you’ll just have to get it from the library or download it or whatever people do these days when they want to read a book.

(Random side note: Franklin Delano Roosevelt’s Hyde Park mansion had something like 5,000 leatherbound volumes in the sitting room. I can’t decide if I’m jealous of that or simply grateful that I’m not the housemaid who had to dust and tend all those.)

The movie adaptation of Breakfast at Tiffany’s is lovely in its own way as well, and I can still make my dad laugh with my Audrey Hepburn impression. (“If I ever find a real, live place that makes me feel like Tiffany’s, why, I’ll buy some furniture, and! Give the cat a name!”) The film does have a choppy, episodic feel, but one of the episodes I love is when Holly Golightly awakes suddenly, realizing she’s late for her weekly visit to a mob boss at Sing Sing, and she says something like:

“Thursday! Oh no, it’s too gruesome!”

and then she goes on to say that the thing about Thursday is that she can never remember when it’s coming up. That’s how I feel about Thursday. It’s just odd. I’ve never liked it, and I never seem to remember when it’s coming up, and I don’t even know why that is or why I don’t like it. Last week a friend posted on Facebook that she generally hated Thursdays, and I was surprised by how, when I come to think of it, Thursdays do, generally speaking, are not my happiest days.

Image via Wikipedia; used under CC license.

Image via Wikipedia; used under CC license.

Why could that be? Is it a self-fulfilling prophecy?

Do you have a day of the week that isn’t your favorite, for whatever reason? Or have you figured out a secret for being happy no matter what day it is?

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12 thoughts on “Thursday? Oh No–It’s Too Gruesome.

  1. I always hated Thursdays because as a child it was the day my mom came home from work at 8 or 9 o’clock. I waited for her tiny clickity clack steps coming down the apartment building hallway. When I heard them, I felt better.

  2. The only think I really remember about Truman Capote is the odd character he played in Murder by Death. Fun movie.

    Days of the week? I tend to do ok with those that end in Y. Any others would throw me for a loop!

  3. My least favorite day would be Friday. What I dislike is that on Friday most of the world is in “T.G.I.F., let’s have fun!” mode, ready to have fun, but for much of my life it just hasn’t been so.

    When I was in the USAF I was usually on duty during weekends, watching jealously as all the “non-essential personnel” (i.e. clerks and the like) were off. Then of course being in the pastorate Friday has generally been a big work day– often youth group activities and the like, and always at least some measure of anxiety about Sunday.

    As for Mr. Capote,he was a regular fixture on the late night talk show scene (which was Johnny Carson and Dick Cavett) when I was a kid. I don’t remember when I learned that he was an author; we thought he was just some weirdo who was famous for being famous.

  4. Thursdays are the best because they are, when possible, my no appointments day :-) But I do tend to judge them harshly by work accomplished and feel, as my grandmother said, a bit “low” if I don’t measure up. Mondays are the best in another way because (true to Christian tradition) I love the feeling of a new start, another chance. A rainy Monday is the very best because I have trouble focusing, and am far more centered in weather that does not call me to come out and play!
    My mother wakes up happy almost every day. This trait is, sadly, not a characteristic I have inherited.

  5. PS: I still say your Audrey impression is the best anywhere. Actually it’s the only one I think I’ve ever heard, but it’s great nevertheless!

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