on time
my watch is broken. walking around without one is a strange feeling. not quite as naked as not having my cell phone...but definitely like something is missing.
in any case, it got me thinking. i don't really understand how time works. i mean, i understand that it's based on the earth's rotation and all the scientific whatever whateverness. but i can't help but wonder why we are unable to consistently sense time, in the way that we can sense smells, or touches, or tastes. we can't feel it, we can't see it, we only know that it keeps moving forward.
on some days, one hour will feel like five, and on others, one hours feels like 20 minutes. we've all felt it. time flies when...and all that. but i guess i'm someone who wants to have a firmer grasp on time. i want to be able to control it. to sense it. every minute.
it is my theory that the concept of routine is really what distorts our sense of time. for example, in the morning, every minute counts. walking out the door at 9:56, could mean arriving at work 5 minutes later than walking out the door at 9:55. rolling out of bed, at 9:07, could make for an entirely different morning than getting up at 9:12, and so on. yet, once our day begins, at work, school, or wherever, the minutes stop, and the hours begin to roll...or crawl.
last weekend, i was able to freeze time for nearly two full days. i was moving, and that project required my undivided attention. regardless of the fact that moving wasn't exactly the most fun i've ever had, it's a pretty amazing feeling to be able to block everything else out, work, tv, internet, phone, even food, and just not know what time it was.
vacation is next week. here's hoping the flights are on time.
in any case, it got me thinking. i don't really understand how time works. i mean, i understand that it's based on the earth's rotation and all the scientific whatever whateverness. but i can't help but wonder why we are unable to consistently sense time, in the way that we can sense smells, or touches, or tastes. we can't feel it, we can't see it, we only know that it keeps moving forward.
on some days, one hour will feel like five, and on others, one hours feels like 20 minutes. we've all felt it. time flies when...and all that. but i guess i'm someone who wants to have a firmer grasp on time. i want to be able to control it. to sense it. every minute.
it is my theory that the concept of routine is really what distorts our sense of time. for example, in the morning, every minute counts. walking out the door at 9:56, could mean arriving at work 5 minutes later than walking out the door at 9:55. rolling out of bed, at 9:07, could make for an entirely different morning than getting up at 9:12, and so on. yet, once our day begins, at work, school, or wherever, the minutes stop, and the hours begin to roll...or crawl.
last weekend, i was able to freeze time for nearly two full days. i was moving, and that project required my undivided attention. regardless of the fact that moving wasn't exactly the most fun i've ever had, it's a pretty amazing feeling to be able to block everything else out, work, tv, internet, phone, even food, and just not know what time it was.
vacation is next week. here's hoping the flights are on time.
posted by mark at 1:50 PM
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