They are weekends on which you don’t know where to go. Because you cannot decide where to go. Because you want to stay at home, but you don’t really want to rest. Because you actually want to go out, but you don’t really want to party. Because you want to speak, but you don’t really want to small talk. Because you’d like to fall in love, but you don’t really feel alike. Because you’d like to see some friends (and only these ones), but you don’t want to take the train. Because you want to go to YOUR restaurant, but you didn’t make a reservation. Because you want to read a book, but you don’t want to get depressed. Too many options, no motivation, no decision, no go. It’s Chopin time.