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I have discovered a worm-hole, or at least a tear in the fabric of space and time.
I shall try to explain in layman terms, without sounding like Prof Stephen Hawking.
I wake up at 7am. And I do not leave for work until 8:15am.
This is a time period of 75 minutes.
This shoots by in a blur. I wake, get dressed and have a cup of tea.
No more, no less. Yet those 3 actions take 75mins, without me realising that period of time has elapsed.
I am constantly surprised by this.
Then I arrive at work.
And that same 75mins stretches in double the awareness of the morning. Instead of wondering where the 75 mins went, I am left wondering how 75 can be stretched into what is quite obviously 295 minutes.
And then 1pm arrives, lunch hour. And the next 60 minutes accelerate to an incredible speed and once more whoosh by in a blur.
And then time stands still.
My clock says it is 15:54, yet I know it is, in fact, almost 20:45.
Further evidence of this rip in time:
I arrive home at 5:30pm and generally retire at about 2am.
This is a period of 7 and a half hours.
Yet that same period would take me from 8:45am (starting time at work), to 15:15.
However, in that space of time at home in the evening, I arrive at home and have a cup of tea.
I then have a shower or bath.
And I find it is 21:00. How can this be? I barely got in through the door, there is no way that I have passed 3 ½ hours, because that would make it 12:00pm in work hours, and it has not felt like that amount of time.
Weekend.
From Friday at 5pm until Monday at 8:45am, time once more enters a state of flux and you only actually get 2 and ¼ hours to yourself. In which you can do very little, and before you know it you are back at work on Monday with no recollection of time for yourself.
Yet this two day period drags by interminably whilst the Mon-Fri/ 9-5 rule is in operation.
This is not fair and I conclude I have discovered a rend in the very fabric of existence.
…jesus I’m bored.
I shall try to explain in layman terms, without sounding like Prof Stephen Hawking.
I wake up at 7am. And I do not leave for work until 8:15am.
This is a time period of 75 minutes.
This shoots by in a blur. I wake, get dressed and have a cup of tea.
No more, no less. Yet those 3 actions take 75mins, without me realising that period of time has elapsed.
I am constantly surprised by this.
Then I arrive at work.
And that same 75mins stretches in double the awareness of the morning. Instead of wondering where the 75 mins went, I am left wondering how 75 can be stretched into what is quite obviously 295 minutes.
And then 1pm arrives, lunch hour. And the next 60 minutes accelerate to an incredible speed and once more whoosh by in a blur.
And then time stands still.
My clock says it is 15:54, yet I know it is, in fact, almost 20:45.
Further evidence of this rip in time:
I arrive home at 5:30pm and generally retire at about 2am.
This is a period of 7 and a half hours.
Yet that same period would take me from 8:45am (starting time at work), to 15:15.
However, in that space of time at home in the evening, I arrive at home and have a cup of tea.
I then have a shower or bath.
And I find it is 21:00. How can this be? I barely got in through the door, there is no way that I have passed 3 ½ hours, because that would make it 12:00pm in work hours, and it has not felt like that amount of time.
Weekend.
From Friday at 5pm until Monday at 8:45am, time once more enters a state of flux and you only actually get 2 and ¼ hours to yourself. In which you can do very little, and before you know it you are back at work on Monday with no recollection of time for yourself.
Yet this two day period drags by interminably whilst the Mon-Fri/ 9-5 rule is in operation.
This is not fair and I conclude I have discovered a rend in the very fabric of existence.
…jesus I’m bored.
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I'm bored at college!
I'll be back on on Monday as i'll be of for the weekend so I'll se you guys on Monday!
I'll be back on on Monday as i'll be of for the weekend so I'll se you guys on Monday!
Bored at work? Ha.
I'm at home now.
Drinking tea and stuff with my wife.
I only came online to mock you.
I'm at home now.
Drinking tea and stuff with my wife.
I only came online to mock you.
Very unsuall yet original at the same time!
Good post Goaty!
Good post Goaty!
I have discovered a worm-hole, or at least a tear in the fabric of space and time.
I shall try to explain in layman terms, without sounding like Prof Stephen Hawking.
I wake up at 7am. And I do not leave for work until 8:15am.
This is a time period of 75 minutes.
This shoots by in a blur. I wake, get dressed and have a cup of tea.
No more, no less. Yet those 3 actions take 75mins, without me realising that period of time has elapsed.
I am constantly surprised by this.
Then I arrive at work.
And that same 75mins stretches in double the awareness of the morning. Instead of wondering where the 75 mins went, I am left wondering how 75 can be stretched into what is quite obviously 295 minutes.
And then 1pm arrives, lunch hour. And the next 60 minutes accelerate to an incredible speed and once more whoosh by in a blur.
And then time stands still.
My clock says it is 15:54, yet I know it is, in fact, almost 20:45.
Further evidence of this rip in time:
I arrive home at 5:30pm and generally retire at about 2am.
This is a period of 7 and a half hours.
Yet that same period would take me from 8:45am (starting time at work), to 15:15.
However, in that space of time at home in the evening, I arrive at home and have a cup of tea.
I then have a shower or bath.
And I find it is 21:00. How can this be? I barely got in through the door, there is no way that I have passed 3 ½ hours, because that would make it 12:00pm in work hours, and it has not felt like that amount of time.
Weekend.
From Friday at 5pm until Monday at 8:45am, time once more enters a state of flux and you only actually get 2 and ¼ hours to yourself. In which you can do very little, and before you know it you are back at work on Monday with no recollection of time for yourself.
Yet this two day period drags by interminably whilst the Mon-Fri/ 9-5 rule is in operation.
This is not fair and I conclude I have discovered a rend in the very fabric of existence.
…jesus I’m bored.
I shall try to explain in layman terms, without sounding like Prof Stephen Hawking.
I wake up at 7am. And I do not leave for work until 8:15am.
This is a time period of 75 minutes.
This shoots by in a blur. I wake, get dressed and have a cup of tea.
No more, no less. Yet those 3 actions take 75mins, without me realising that period of time has elapsed.
I am constantly surprised by this.
Then I arrive at work.
And that same 75mins stretches in double the awareness of the morning. Instead of wondering where the 75 mins went, I am left wondering how 75 can be stretched into what is quite obviously 295 minutes.
And then 1pm arrives, lunch hour. And the next 60 minutes accelerate to an incredible speed and once more whoosh by in a blur.
And then time stands still.
My clock says it is 15:54, yet I know it is, in fact, almost 20:45.
Further evidence of this rip in time:
I arrive home at 5:30pm and generally retire at about 2am.
This is a period of 7 and a half hours.
Yet that same period would take me from 8:45am (starting time at work), to 15:15.
However, in that space of time at home in the evening, I arrive at home and have a cup of tea.
I then have a shower or bath.
And I find it is 21:00. How can this be? I barely got in through the door, there is no way that I have passed 3 ½ hours, because that would make it 12:00pm in work hours, and it has not felt like that amount of time.
Weekend.
From Friday at 5pm until Monday at 8:45am, time once more enters a state of flux and you only actually get 2 and ¼ hours to yourself. In which you can do very little, and before you know it you are back at work on Monday with no recollection of time for yourself.
Yet this two day period drags by interminably whilst the Mon-Fri/ 9-5 rule is in operation.
This is not fair and I conclude I have discovered a rend in the very fabric of existence.
…jesus I’m bored.
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