Not Crunchie, Just Crunched

Remember “Thank Crunchie it’s Friday”?

The Friday Feeling Has Changed

“Thank Crunchie, it’s Friday.”

That was the catchphrase back in the day — light-hearted, a bit of fun, and full of promise. Friday had a feeling. It was lighter — a bit like the air bubbles in the honeycomb of a Crunchie bar.

(Not that I liked them much. The texture never sat right with me — a bit of a sensory no-go.)

But the metaphor holds. Fridays used to feel like that — fizzy, giddy, like something good was about to happen.

Now? The Friday feeling has shifted. It’s not necessarily bad. Just… heavier.

Less “I can’t wait” and more “I made it.”

A slow exhale after carrying the cognitive, emotional, and logistical weight of the week.

These days, Friday night for me is a cup of tea, a chocolate biscuit (definitely not a Crunchie), an episode of The Handmaid’s Tale, or a podcast about the Bermuda Triangle.

Tonight, also a peer-to-peer session with a psychotherapist — supporting us in our facilitation work. Still work, in a way, but also a kind of restoration. Because the world has grown heavier, and so have the challenges that show up in our spaces. You have to consciously draw a protective boundary line at the end of the week… and try to become lighter again.

That can be hard sometimes — but it’s necessary.

My kind of Friday is heavy, but nourishing on some level. Perhaps all we know is heaviness, so we're conditioned to seek it—even in our escapism. It finds its way into what we watch.

The weary seek weariness.

Maybe it's a social construct?

We're taught to grind, endure, push through. Rest becomes indulgence, not necessity. Even our escapism—films, books, social media—often mirrors struggle, conflict, or existential weight. It’s as if we’ve normalised weariness to the point that anything lighter feels insubstantial or naive.

So, perhaps: my brain now!!

The weary seek weariness

because society told them that rest is weakness, and struggle is virtue.

I don’t need wild weekends. I never really did — they fried my nervous system. I’m older now, quieter, and more unapologetically unmasked in my autism, thankfully. I maybe need weary ones full of restorative recovery.

But even in deep, meaningful work, the week can take everything out of you. Sometimes it feels like if you’ve got a career, that’s all you’ve got time or energy for.

Kids, pets, elderly parents, house maintenance — sometimes they all have to take a back seat. Once you know they’re okay and their needs are met… please, meet your own.

So if you’re feeling that shift too — from “Thank Crunchie, it’s Friday” to “Thank Friday I made it (just about) without getting crunched” — you’re not alone.

The Friday feeling hasn’t vanished. It’s just evolved.

And it’s a reminder: switch off when you can. Rest where you need to.

Because we’re not machines. We’re people. And people get tired.