Weekend Missions

Weekends are supposed to feel like a gift, but there’s always that moment Saturday evening where you’re sitting around and realizing you’ve got nothing. No plans, no obligations, and that restless feeling kicks in—the one that makes you want to do something pointless just to prove you’re still here.

That’s when those stupid little missions start appealing to me. Walk everywhere instead of taking transport. Go to McDonald’s and order one small salad, then sit at a full table while everyone else eats actual food and just eat it with complete seriousness. Buy a lizard and walk it on a leash down the street like that’s a normal thing. Start every conversation with a Bible verse. Memorize some random Wikipedia article and carry it around in your head like it matters. Do things that have no point except that you’re doing them.

Some of it’s about crossing small social lines—sleeping with the least attractive person at a party, not out of any need but because you can, because being alive sometimes means proving to yourself that you’ll do whatever you want. The point isn’t that these are good ideas. They’re not ideas at all. They’re just stuff to fill the time so the weekend doesn’t completely disappear into nothing.

By Sunday I haven’t accomplished anything. But at least I’ve been deliberately weird about it. That counts for something.