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Time flies when you're having fun. Or does it?
If ever I'm doing something I enjoy, time seems to whiz by - as I'm sure it does with most people. If I'm enjoying a programme on TV or watching a good film on DVD, an hour or two can pass in what seems like twenty minutes.
Or I could be playing a game on my PC or one of my consoles, and get told that dinner will be ready in five minutes. So I wait five minutes and go to eat my dinner. Except it hasn't been five minutes. It's been an hour, and dinner is stone cold - the bread has gone stale, the chips are soggy, and the sauce on the beans is dark, congealed and vile-looking. Time has seemingly passed much quicker.
Yet that same hour, spent doing something else, can take an eternity. Take work, for example. If you're busy, then it's not too bad. But last Thursday and Friday, I had very little to do. What I had to do was essentially done in about ten minutes (on both days), and the rest of the time was spent browsing the net and chatting on these forums. Because I had things I could be getting on with at home, the days really dragged, with each one feeling like a week.
And yet once the weekend arrived, I was yet again left wondering where the week had gone. And now the weekend has gone, and I'm back at work for another week that is likely to be very slow again. Until the weekend, when the cycle repeats.
Something about time obviously changes as we get older. Although it seems like time itself speeds up, I doubt that's the case. So it must be our perception of it.
When I was a kid and at school, time really did seem to pass much slower. My school years seemed to take an eternity to pass. A week seemed a long time. Two-week holidays were fantastic. The seven-week summer holiday was amazing, and seemed to go on forever. The time between one Christmas and the next seemed to be a very, very long time, and my next birthday always seemed ages away.
It's February.
"Mum, can I have a Big Trak?"
"We can't afford one now - maybe for your birthday, or next Christmas."
"Oh, but muuuuummmmm! That's so far away!"
"It's only five months until your birthday."
"Yeah, but that's aaaaages away."
It didn't seem fair to me at the time, because five months really was a long way off. Now, though, it seems like the blink of an eye.
The Falklands War was twenty years ago, but I remember it as if it were twenty minutes ago - being at Primary School, and cutting out pictures and stories from newspapers to keep in a scrap book.
I remember the Gulf War in the same way, but that was over ten years ago.
I remember clearly looking forward to my eighteenth birthday, because my parents were buying me an Amiga 500. It seems like a few months ago, but it was actually twelve years ago!
It only seems like five minutes ago that we were looking forward to the year 2000, and now we're well into 2002.
I remember looking forward to my holiday to Florida last year. I can remember being there as if it were last week, but it was ten months ago!
So what does happen to time as you get older, and why does it seem to pass so much quicker?
I don't mean to sound depressing, but is it because we're so much more aware of how little time we actually have?
Or is it (as with the 'busy at work' effect mentioned earlier) because we have so much more going on in our lives as we get older, that we are more constantly occupied, and hence time only SEEMS to be passing quicker?
Sometimes I actually find it a little scary. I seem to be rocketing headlong through life, with no hope of slowing down - rapidly approaching old age, without really having had the chance to take anything in from the thirty years which have already passed. It's a bit like that Xbox advert in a way, only when I think about it seriously, it's not funny. Sometimes I feel like I just need to grab hold of something and stop myself before I really do get too far down the line - but there's nothing to grab.
I haven't really put this here as a discussion, so I don't really expect replies. It's just some thoughts I have buzzing around in my head from time to time. I put them here basically to provoke some thought in anyone who reads it, but if those thoughts prompt you to reply, then so much the better.
If ever I'm doing something I enjoy, time seems to whiz by - as I'm sure it does with most people. If I'm enjoying a programme on TV or watching a good film on DVD, an hour or two can pass in what seems like twenty minutes.
Or I could be playing a game on my PC or one of my consoles, and get told that dinner will be ready in five minutes. So I wait five minutes and go to eat my dinner. Except it hasn't been five minutes. It's been an hour, and dinner is stone cold - the bread has gone stale, the chips are soggy, and the sauce on the beans is dark, congealed and vile-looking. Time has seemingly passed much quicker.
Yet that same hour, spent doing something else, can take an eternity. Take work, for example. If you're busy, then it's not too bad. But last Thursday and Friday, I had very little to do. What I had to do was essentially done in about ten minutes (on both days), and the rest of the time was spent browsing the net and chatting on these forums. Because I had things I could be getting on with at home, the days really dragged, with each one feeling like a week.
And yet once the weekend arrived, I was yet again left wondering where the week had gone. And now the weekend has gone, and I'm back at work for another week that is likely to be very slow again. Until the weekend, when the cycle repeats.
Something about time obviously changes as we get older. Although it seems like time itself speeds up, I doubt that's the case. So it must be our perception of it.
When I was a kid and at school, time really did seem to pass much slower. My school years seemed to take an eternity to pass. A week seemed a long time. Two-week holidays were fantastic. The seven-week summer holiday was amazing, and seemed to go on forever. The time between one Christmas and the next seemed to be a very, very long time, and my next birthday always seemed ages away.
It's February.
"Mum, can I have a Big Trak?"
"We can't afford one now - maybe for your birthday, or next Christmas."
"Oh, but muuuuummmmm! That's so far away!"
"It's only five months until your birthday."
"Yeah, but that's aaaaages away."
It didn't seem fair to me at the time, because five months really was a long way off. Now, though, it seems like the blink of an eye.
The Falklands War was twenty years ago, but I remember it as if it were twenty minutes ago - being at Primary School, and cutting out pictures and stories from newspapers to keep in a scrap book.
I remember the Gulf War in the same way, but that was over ten years ago.
I remember clearly looking forward to my eighteenth birthday, because my parents were buying me an Amiga 500. It seems like a few months ago, but it was actually twelve years ago!
It only seems like five minutes ago that we were looking forward to the year 2000, and now we're well into 2002.
I remember looking forward to my holiday to Florida last year. I can remember being there as if it were last week, but it was ten months ago!
So what does happen to time as you get older, and why does it seem to pass so much quicker?
I don't mean to sound depressing, but is it because we're so much more aware of how little time we actually have?
Or is it (as with the 'busy at work' effect mentioned earlier) because we have so much more going on in our lives as we get older, that we are more constantly occupied, and hence time only SEEMS to be passing quicker?
Sometimes I actually find it a little scary. I seem to be rocketing headlong through life, with no hope of slowing down - rapidly approaching old age, without really having had the chance to take anything in from the thirty years which have already passed. It's a bit like that Xbox advert in a way, only when I think about it seriously, it's not funny. Sometimes I feel like I just need to grab hold of something and stop myself before I really do get too far down the line - but there's nothing to grab.
I haven't really put this here as a discussion, so I don't really expect replies. It's just some thoughts I have buzzing around in my head from time to time. I put them here basically to provoke some thought in anyone who reads it, but if those thoughts prompt you to reply, then so much the better.
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It's one of those things that can be bloody scary when you start looking back.
My eldest daughter is nearly 8 now and I remember the day she was born as if it was yesterday. I then think that in another 8 years she will be 16. Those last eight years seem to have flown past and everything that has happened has been a blur. I think the time does seem to go a lot faster when you have kids as well becuase so little of your time is your own.
I get up, take the dogs out, get the kids up, give them breakfast, get wound up when they wont get dressed, drop them off for school, go to work, drive home and pick the kids up, take them home, do their homework with them, read , get them ready for bed, relax for a couple of hours with the missus and then to be and it all starts again.
How much time do we have to just sit and be and not do anything else, when I do get some spare time it's practising on the guitar or playing on the PS2 or the PC or whatever. No wonder it goes so damn quick.
All you younger ones reading - enjoy it while you can and don't wish it away. everything will come to you in time so be patient and enjoy the moment.
My eldest daughter is nearly 8 now and I remember the day she was born as if it was yesterday. I then think that in another 8 years she will be 16. Those last eight years seem to have flown past and everything that has happened has been a blur. I think the time does seem to go a lot faster when you have kids as well becuase so little of your time is your own.
I get up, take the dogs out, get the kids up, give them breakfast, get wound up when they wont get dressed, drop them off for school, go to work, drive home and pick the kids up, take them home, do their homework with them, read , get them ready for bed, relax for a couple of hours with the missus and then to be and it all starts again.
How much time do we have to just sit and be and not do anything else, when I do get some spare time it's practising on the guitar or playing on the PS2 or the PC or whatever. No wonder it goes so damn quick.
All you younger ones reading - enjoy it while you can and don't wish it away. everything will come to you in time so be patient and enjoy the moment.
Nice topic.
I remember Goatboy writing about this in Chat a while back. It's like, when you're going to school (work) in the morning and you wake up at 7am and don't even need to be at the bus stop til 8:40am. Yet, all that time goes so quick. When it gets to 8am, you think you've got to do everything, even though you're capable of doing it all in a matter of minutes. Yet, when you get into a lesson and there's 40 minutes remaining, you feel like it's ages.
The things you remember. My nan goes on about the Kennedy Assassination, WW2 and other wars that have happened. It's kinda a shame, that everything we tend to remember is catasrophic rather then something that we wish would happen. But that's the way it goes and we must remember the past, to make sure it never happens again.
I remember Goatboy writing about this in Chat a while back. It's like, when you're going to school (work) in the morning and you wake up at 7am and don't even need to be at the bus stop til 8:40am. Yet, all that time goes so quick. When it gets to 8am, you think you've got to do everything, even though you're capable of doing it all in a matter of minutes. Yet, when you get into a lesson and there's 40 minutes remaining, you feel like it's ages.
The things you remember. My nan goes on about the Kennedy Assassination, WW2 and other wars that have happened. It's kinda a shame, that everything we tend to remember is catasrophic rather then something that we wish would happen. But that's the way it goes and we must remember the past, to make sure it never happens again.
Time flies when you're having fun. Or does it?
If ever I'm doing something I enjoy, time seems to whiz by - as I'm sure it does with most people. If I'm enjoying a programme on TV or watching a good film on DVD, an hour or two can pass in what seems like twenty minutes.
Or I could be playing a game on my PC or one of my consoles, and get told that dinner will be ready in five minutes. So I wait five minutes and go to eat my dinner. Except it hasn't been five minutes. It's been an hour, and dinner is stone cold - the bread has gone stale, the chips are soggy, and the sauce on the beans is dark, congealed and vile-looking. Time has seemingly passed much quicker.
Yet that same hour, spent doing something else, can take an eternity. Take work, for example. If you're busy, then it's not too bad. But last Thursday and Friday, I had very little to do. What I had to do was essentially done in about ten minutes (on both days), and the rest of the time was spent browsing the net and chatting on these forums. Because I had things I could be getting on with at home, the days really dragged, with each one feeling like a week.
And yet once the weekend arrived, I was yet again left wondering where the week had gone. And now the weekend has gone, and I'm back at work for another week that is likely to be very slow again. Until the weekend, when the cycle repeats.
Something about time obviously changes as we get older. Although it seems like time itself speeds up, I doubt that's the case. So it must be our perception of it.
When I was a kid and at school, time really did seem to pass much slower. My school years seemed to take an eternity to pass. A week seemed a long time. Two-week holidays were fantastic. The seven-week summer holiday was amazing, and seemed to go on forever. The time between one Christmas and the next seemed to be a very, very long time, and my next birthday always seemed ages away.
It's February.
"Mum, can I have a Big Trak?"
"We can't afford one now - maybe for your birthday, or next Christmas."
"Oh, but muuuuummmmm! That's so far away!"
"It's only five months until your birthday."
"Yeah, but that's aaaaages away."
It didn't seem fair to me at the time, because five months really was a long way off. Now, though, it seems like the blink of an eye.
The Falklands War was twenty years ago, but I remember it as if it were twenty minutes ago - being at Primary School, and cutting out pictures and stories from newspapers to keep in a scrap book.
I remember the Gulf War in the same way, but that was over ten years ago.
I remember clearly looking forward to my eighteenth birthday, because my parents were buying me an Amiga 500. It seems like a few months ago, but it was actually twelve years ago!
It only seems like five minutes ago that we were looking forward to the year 2000, and now we're well into 2002.
I remember looking forward to my holiday to Florida last year. I can remember being there as if it were last week, but it was ten months ago!
So what does happen to time as you get older, and why does it seem to pass so much quicker?
I don't mean to sound depressing, but is it because we're so much more aware of how little time we actually have?
Or is it (as with the 'busy at work' effect mentioned earlier) because we have so much more going on in our lives as we get older, that we are more constantly occupied, and hence time only SEEMS to be passing quicker?
Sometimes I actually find it a little scary. I seem to be rocketing headlong through life, with no hope of slowing down - rapidly approaching old age, without really having had the chance to take anything in from the thirty years which have already passed. It's a bit like that Xbox advert in a way, only when I think about it seriously, it's not funny. Sometimes I feel like I just need to grab hold of something and stop myself before I really do get too far down the line - but there's nothing to grab.
I haven't really put this here as a discussion, so I don't really expect replies. It's just some thoughts I have buzzing around in my head from time to time. I put them here basically to provoke some thought in anyone who reads it, but if those thoughts prompt you to reply, then so much the better.
If ever I'm doing something I enjoy, time seems to whiz by - as I'm sure it does with most people. If I'm enjoying a programme on TV or watching a good film on DVD, an hour or two can pass in what seems like twenty minutes.
Or I could be playing a game on my PC or one of my consoles, and get told that dinner will be ready in five minutes. So I wait five minutes and go to eat my dinner. Except it hasn't been five minutes. It's been an hour, and dinner is stone cold - the bread has gone stale, the chips are soggy, and the sauce on the beans is dark, congealed and vile-looking. Time has seemingly passed much quicker.
Yet that same hour, spent doing something else, can take an eternity. Take work, for example. If you're busy, then it's not too bad. But last Thursday and Friday, I had very little to do. What I had to do was essentially done in about ten minutes (on both days), and the rest of the time was spent browsing the net and chatting on these forums. Because I had things I could be getting on with at home, the days really dragged, with each one feeling like a week.
And yet once the weekend arrived, I was yet again left wondering where the week had gone. And now the weekend has gone, and I'm back at work for another week that is likely to be very slow again. Until the weekend, when the cycle repeats.
Something about time obviously changes as we get older. Although it seems like time itself speeds up, I doubt that's the case. So it must be our perception of it.
When I was a kid and at school, time really did seem to pass much slower. My school years seemed to take an eternity to pass. A week seemed a long time. Two-week holidays were fantastic. The seven-week summer holiday was amazing, and seemed to go on forever. The time between one Christmas and the next seemed to be a very, very long time, and my next birthday always seemed ages away.
It's February.
"Mum, can I have a Big Trak?"
"We can't afford one now - maybe for your birthday, or next Christmas."
"Oh, but muuuuummmmm! That's so far away!"
"It's only five months until your birthday."
"Yeah, but that's aaaaages away."
It didn't seem fair to me at the time, because five months really was a long way off. Now, though, it seems like the blink of an eye.
The Falklands War was twenty years ago, but I remember it as if it were twenty minutes ago - being at Primary School, and cutting out pictures and stories from newspapers to keep in a scrap book.
I remember the Gulf War in the same way, but that was over ten years ago.
I remember clearly looking forward to my eighteenth birthday, because my parents were buying me an Amiga 500. It seems like a few months ago, but it was actually twelve years ago!
It only seems like five minutes ago that we were looking forward to the year 2000, and now we're well into 2002.
I remember looking forward to my holiday to Florida last year. I can remember being there as if it were last week, but it was ten months ago!
So what does happen to time as you get older, and why does it seem to pass so much quicker?
I don't mean to sound depressing, but is it because we're so much more aware of how little time we actually have?
Or is it (as with the 'busy at work' effect mentioned earlier) because we have so much more going on in our lives as we get older, that we are more constantly occupied, and hence time only SEEMS to be passing quicker?
Sometimes I actually find it a little scary. I seem to be rocketing headlong through life, with no hope of slowing down - rapidly approaching old age, without really having had the chance to take anything in from the thirty years which have already passed. It's a bit like that Xbox advert in a way, only when I think about it seriously, it's not funny. Sometimes I feel like I just need to grab hold of something and stop myself before I really do get too far down the line - but there's nothing to grab.
I haven't really put this here as a discussion, so I don't really expect replies. It's just some thoughts I have buzzing around in my head from time to time. I put them here basically to provoke some thought in anyone who reads it, but if those thoughts prompt you to reply, then so much the better.
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