Sundays Not So Fun Days

Sundays Not So Fun Days

Sunday is supposed to be a slow day, a day of rest. Somehow it never is.

I wonder what happened to people keeping the Sabbath holy. When I was a kid the town felt calm on Sunday. Stores closed early. Families slowed down. The day had a soft rhythm. It felt like the world took a long breath before Monday.

Now Sunday feels like chaos in a different outfit. Folks rush to church. Then they rush out of church. Ten minutes later they rush into the parts store and act like the sky is falling because a battery died. By the end of the night some come in drunk and loud. The contrast is hard to miss.

I am not part of a church anymore. I will share why in another post when I am ready. I still remember the talk about living your faith every day. Not only in a pew. I see people who say they follow that path. Their actions do not match the talk. Maybe they forget. Maybe the week grinds them down. Maybe it is easier to speak faith than to live it when the world spins fast.

For me Sunday has turned into a survival day. I work. I keep the line moving. I try to stay patient when a customer treats me like I ruined their plans. It wears on a person. By Sunday night I am tired and I wish the day had given at least a little quiet.

I do not expect perfection. People slip up. I do too. Still there is something sad about what Sunday has become. Just another day to spend money. Another day to run errands. Another day to forget what real rest feels like.

Sometimes I daydream about the old rhythm. A quiet street. A simple meal. A slow walk. Fewer raised voices. No hangovers. No pretend smiles. Just peace.

Maybe that is what I miss most. Not the religion itself. The calm that once came with it.

"Take a moment to breathe today. Even if the world refuses to slow down, you can. Rest is not weakness. It is wisdom."

Note to neurotypicals: When you see someone who looks tired or quiet on a Sunday, especially in customer service, remember that for many autistic or neurodivergent people, weekends are not restful. The noise, rush, and sudden crowds can be exhausting. A little patience and kindness go further than you think.