Blue Monday

In case you didn’t hear about it: today is Blue Monday. Supposedly, for a number of reasons, it’s the most depressing day of the year.

Poppycock.

The whole idea of the third monday of January being the most depressing day of the year is based on some ludicris pseudoscience—add some undefined variable to weather, subtract debt form that, multiply the result by time since Christmas to the power of time since failing ones new year’s resolutions and divide the whole shebang by the level of motivation times the feeling of a need to take action—and originated some years ago as a marketing ploy to sell more holidays.

What bothers me about the whole thing, is that every year this Blue Monday nonsense is reported as if it’s something real. Every year you get the same fact-free reporting, without any critical thinking. Just copy-paste last year’s item, add some new fluff, and there you go. I mean, comethefuckon, crapdammit. Take one look at the formula and try to think it through for just a second. It says to subtract debt from weather plus an undefined something. How the hell does one do that?

Just think. Crapdammit.