The Peculiar Logic of Weekend Suffering

There’s something perverse about Saturday mornings. The one day you could legitimately stay in bed and instead people are out here, red-faced and breathing hard, actively seeking discomfort. It’s voluntary. And that’s the bit that makes it interesting.

During the week we complain about being knackered, fantasise about doing nothing then the moment we’re free we lace up and chase exhaustion all over again. But different exhaustion, apparently. The kind you choose tastes better than the kind imposed on you. Maybe it’s the only time effort feels truly yours, uncontaminated by deadlines or someone else’s agenda.

We’re escaping and collecting something. Proof, perhaps, that the body still answers to us and not the other way around. That particular brand of Saturday suffering, the self-inflicted kind, seems to be one of the few things that genuinely makes people feel alive rather than just busy.

Listen : “Hate Goodbyes” by Teethe: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p32fgRra04g

Watch : Dìdi (2024) dir. Sean Wang - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e6gve8GtSuU