Repost Tuesday, April 18, 2006
 | Time Current mood: contemplative Whoa. When did a week start feeling like a day? I've always has a sense that my experience of time was colored by whatever was filling that time. A forty minute lecture that's boring can feel like 3 hours. Assuming you stay awake. A great touch football game after school? Ten minutes, tops. Even if we played for hours.
The basic rule? If you're doing something fun, time flies. Boring, stupide stuff. Time goes backwards. So, if I'm experiencing time at such an accelerated pace at this point in my life, it must mean I'm having a blast. Uh oh. This is where the axiom breaks down. Cuz I am not ALWAYS having a good time. I'm pretty easy going and generally good-natured, but sometimes things get tough. OR...maybe I am having a blast and don't know it.
Case in point: How often have you heard people talk a bout the "good old days". Alot, yeah? Well, I've noticed that those "good ol days" are always about ten years ago, minimum. So, ten years from now, or twenty, whatever, THESE will be the "good ol days" Hmmmm. Better start enjoying them.  |
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