Time

broken clock

 

I love time; or more importantly the illusion of time.

I like the feeling of having time: excess time, squandering time, puttering time.

I go to work early, so I don’t feel rushed. I always have plenty of time, but I do it anyway.

I enjoy going to bed knowing I have a lot of free time in the morning to sleep in. I never do, but the feeling comforts me.

I love open ended vacations:  just go until the money or myself runs out.  Before a short holiday, the sense of not enough time looms large.  I usually come back satisfied that I did everything I wanted to, but the “not enough time” feeling returns while thinking about the next short holiday.

I plan for a day off once I’m back from a short holiday too. I might really have nothing to do but laundry; but I need it anyway.

Maybe I stay away from doctors because I want to keep the ultimate illusion of having time: time to do everything.

Maybe I just don’t like doctors.

Time is great; but for me, the illusion of time is better.

It’s the illusion that keeps me ticking most days.

 

note: I’m on a few of my “squandering time” days at the moment. I have a few more planned before I go back to work.

double note: I don’t think I’m going to like growing old very much. There won’t be enough time to do it. But I hope I get the chance to do it anyway.

 

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9 responses to “Time

  1. Interesting blog. I bet you took a lot of time preparing it. Next time, you should time yourself to see how much time it takes to write your post. I don’t want to get older. I want more time to stay in my 30’s.

    “We live and we die by time. And we must not commit the sin of losing our track on time.” -Chuck Noland from the movie Cast Away.

  2. I love this personal type post from you. You don’t often do them, but when you do, it’s nice to read the personal side of you. :0)

  3. Numata finally explained. Bah voilà! You took your sweet time to get back to me on that one but it makes total sense.

    I can even relate on a slightly less obsessive level. When time flies, at the end of the day, I feel robbed. Happy but robbed. I need time to feel the time go by.

    Have a nice reverie…

  4. If you read Time magazine online (i.e., virtually), does that also prove that time is illusory?

    “Time flies like an arrow, fruit flies like a banana.” – Groucho Marx (That’s a zeugma, by the way.)

  5. This entry is nearly thought provoking and somewhat personal! Who are you and what have you done with Ross??

  6. Thanks for all the comments.

    Tammy: I thought about it while driving to the supermarket, typed it up when I got home, sat on it until the next morning, and then changed a few things around.
    Time: 19 hours with a sleep in between.
    Great quote from “Cast Away”.

    sweetiegirlz: I navel gaze sometimes. Other times I’m reflective … especially when walking by mirrors!

    nathaliewithanh: I never thought of it that way, but maybe it does explain a few things.

    pannonica: hee hee! You’ve made me look up quite a few words now!

    S. Le: I’m still here. I just have a banana split personality sometimes.

  7. Navelgazing = omphaloskepsis.

    Why do I retain this sort of obscuriana? Why don’t I remember important things?

  8. I’m flashing back to the old Alan Parsons Project song “Time” now, which probably indicates that I spent too much time in the 1980s …

  9. Thanks for the comments.

    pannonica: I guess that is important to some people … not me or you, but some other people. hee hee!

    Dennis the Vizsla: Alan Parsons Project were the only ones with an Eye in the Sky in the 80’s. I spent 10 years or so in the 80’s … same for the 70’s and 90’s … not so much in the 60’s … hopefully all of the 00’s if time permits. hee hee!

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