let’s do the time warp…again?
i am aging.
briskly.
as if my pouchy eyes, and birth certificate aren’t evidence enough of my aging, there’s this: i no longer have any concept of time.
everything was a few days, weeks, months or years ago.
on the surface, that sounds pretty good. no worries, mate!
except for the context. i refer to something that happened in february as a few days ago. my pre Christmas shopping spree was a few weeks ago. a conversation with graeme at fintry in august was a few months ago. and the last time i had call waiting was august 1991, a few years ago.
is it that the years are just smushing together? that as my good friend knobody says, the days are slow but the years rush by? is my life so mundane that all the days are so grey (like my knickers?:) that i can’t keep track of them individually? oh, if that is the case, please, let me be aging. anything but a boring life.
acceleration of time would have been good during say the teenage years or my twenties. why are things speeding along NOW, the best time of my life? where’s the justice there?
i’m taking my baggy eyes off to bed. i may soon (aka: in a few months) be declared mentally incompetent, but at least my eyes will look good when i go.
