Rant number 100
Well then, against all odds I've made it to number 1O0. Not far off a third of the way. Where has that time gone? No, I don't know either.
Why is the passage of time such a relative thing!? It's rubbish.
Genuinely it feels like only last week that me and the wife were bringing in the new year with friends. It certainly doesn't feel like 100 days (that's a total of 2400 hours)have passed since then. As a kid the days seemed to crawl by (unless it was the summer holidays.) now the weeks and months slide away from you without seeming to stop.
Except...
When you are having to do something dull, monotonous or repetetive. In those cases the seconds seem like minutes, the minutes like hours and the hours like days.
What is it in our brains that creates our own local time perception? Couldn't it be constant - that would be better!
Ever heard that time flys when you are having fun? It does though doesn't it? Couldn't things revolve, so that time flys when you are bored, leaving some extra spare time for when you want some fun.
Damned are our brains complicated.
Rant over.
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