Sunday afternoon has never been my favorite time.

Among the days in each week, Sunday afternoon has never been my favorite time, because what I can smell in air isn’t the pleasure but pressure and anxiety.

The main street used to be jammed with people suddenly is empty. Only few people you possible see on street are all in hurry doing things like last-minute grocery shopping, or picking up the clothes from dry-clean store. Even the topics people like to talk in restaurant are changed to work related too, so a place is supposed to be a dinning place, now is more like a boardroom.

People also usually don’t like to watch serious TV programs at Sunday night either, in case they may have nightmares during the night. Therefore, all of TV stations would rather provide some cheap, shallow but cheerful reality shows on TV that hopefully they can bring viewers some sort of good mood, so they can bravely face the brutal world next day.