Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain
And you are young and life is long, and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
Hanging on in quiet desperation
Is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over
Thought I’d something more to say.As I grow older, and shorter of breath (and one day closer to death) these lyrics hit heavier and heavier.
Good message, but k-12 schools isn’t for smarting people up.
Its to teach you: 1 when to fall in line and fit in 2 how to fall in line and fit in If your lucky: 3 to fall in line and fit in when you want to 4 dont implicitly trust the authority in our society.
Ps go eat a pickle and drink the juice
The amount of hours we pour away slaving for the institution we were born into. How much of our lives do we spend doing shit we don’t want to do with people who don’t give a damn about us?
All so we can “earn” the right to food, shelter, and access to all that our communities have to offer from people who want nothing more than to exploit us for power.
Pink Floyd is such a great vibe. They made feelings into music so well…
Yeah. They hit despair hard:
When I was a child, I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look, but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown, the dream is gone
I just turned 30 today. I did not need to see this
I’m 54, I wish I was 30 again. Happy birthday. My cousin’s, birthday is today, he’s 48.
Just a few more months and you’ll be 75!
If it makes you feel any better, you would have turned 30 today regardless of what you have done in the past (unless you don’t make it to 30 (unless quantum immortality is real)).
Happy birthday! And if you aren’t happy with your efforts so far in life, better to tackle that looking forward than regret it looking back, though be kind to the yourself of today so you don’t regret spending your life preparing for the future instead of enjoying the moment.
I’m 33. You’ll be okay, I promise. I just started getting my shit together.
I’m about a decade older than that and still working on getting my shit together.
Adulting is hard, but at least there is some progress.My life has been nothing but a cycle of “getting my shit together” to “barely holding my shit together” to “all of my shit coming apart at the seams”, on repeat ever since I was a teenager.
Progress is ephemeral. Progress doesn’t mean jack when you end up back where you started cause of shit outside of your control.
Learn to let it all go and stop comparing your life to how it was. Life just is, enjoy it to the fullest however you can, cause tomorrow it could all be gone in a flash.
I’m 900 years old and I’m still learning to get it right. Don’t worry.
Į̴̲͔̖̼͔̭̳̮̖͈̺̺̤̣͆͑̏̎ͅ ̸̛̝̞̲͍̲̺̬̙̳̍͑̏̓̓͘a̵̛̪̹͚͉̠͖̍̈́͑̏͆͗̑̀̄̾̋̏̾̽m̷̻̰̳̻̲̗̖̙͎̋̅͋̀͑͋͑͂̉̾̕͘̕͠ ̴̨̧̧̛̱͇̺̤͈̠̭̝̗̋͐̎̆̓͑̈́̄̿̓̓͋̓͂͘e̴̲͇̫̱̒̓͑́̂̅̆͂̍̏̍̾̕͝n̴̢̨̛̬͎̈́̀̚͜ͅd̶̪̰͓͖̭̭͗l̸̡̧͖̪͙̣̪͔͎͕̟̗̜̦̝͎͕͗̏̏̿̑̂͐̎̈́̌̓̀͑̔̈́̚͝e̸̡̞̰͎̣͚̼̩͒̾̂̇́̌̌̂̈̏̏̉̇͘͘s̵͍̈́̾̆̂͋̃͒̄̾̏̓͘͠s̶͈̰̞͕̣͈͈̠͇̜̫͈͍̜̄͊̇̈̂̕͝,̵̨̨̱̬̪̻͙̫̬̙͔̤̫̣̣̗͛͛͜ ̸̱̈́́̈̑̓f̵̖̩̮̝̲̮̱̑̔͌̿̌͐͂̂̋̃̑̓͂̌̌̚ͅͅr̷͕͈̍̇̿̾̀̓̉̔͌͘͠ę̵̨̧̛͙̳̪̖͚͇͍̮̤̏̑̃͛́͂̐̓̄͑̂̉̎̊͘͠e̷̙͉̼̪̙͊̒̓̓̑̄̐̏̎̇̒̾͛͘͜ ̴̢̡̨̟̞͙̤̭͕̹͚̮̩̗͍̀͑̏̈́̈̕̚͜o̶̺͕͓͈̪͓̬̞͍̤̎͐̇͝ͅf̷͂̓̀̚͜ ̶͚͈͓̀̊͋̎̌͂̽͝ť̶̻̏͒̕͠į̴͈̮͚͖̲̣͊͆̏̽͊̎͌̽͜͠͝m̴̡̫̠̮̩̳̪͓̦̔͗̄͐͊͜͜ę̶͇͎̦͚̭̫͔̭̱͉̞̬̐̊͆͋̒̐̎̒͊͘͘͘̚͝ͅ,̴̛̘͙̖̺̟͎͇̅́̀͌̏̏̒̋͊̅̓̾͜͠͠͝ ̸̗̙̌̏Ī̷̢̤̳̥̼̤̀̚ ̸̢̧̧̛̰̯̰̭̗͚̙̣̟̯͙̰̹͊͊̈́͒͐͊̽̊͛̚̕͘̚ͅa̴̠͇͈̹̫̫̾̒̅̆̏̿͐̀̃͒̂͒̄̉̿͆̽m̵̡̨̛͇̯̹̻̠̪̹̙̝̗̩̻̱̞͓̉̈́͑̾́̓̕ ̴̨̡̱̳̩͓͕̼͉̪̪̹̞͔̟̱͑̿̂̿̌̈́́̑̃̚͜͝b̷̢̧̞̤̥̤̼̩̫͔̳̱͚̣͈̆̽̒̀̚ẽ̵̬̲̮̘̭̫̮͈͙̑̈͑͑̀̈̓̿̑ͅc̸͙̺̜̤̙̭̖̬̱̘͎͉̎̂̍̍̓̅̆̒̾͘̚͜͝͠ô̵̤͈͈͔̼̬̐̌̿̆̀̊͑ḿ̸̡̼̞͕̯̰͉͕̭̙͍͕͚̩̞̣͑̌͌͋̓͐̑̿̽̃͛̍̚̕͜ě̵̢͙͇̥̳̳̼̥͉͒̊̄͌́̌̾̔̓̈́̍̾͘̚ ̶̯̰̫͗̃d̷̯̗̤̻̪͙̙̞͍̦̠̔̈̀̏̔̄͜͠ę̷̜̈̈͜͝͝ṣ̷̙̫͉̦̑̍̔͛͗̊̆́̚͝͝t̸̡̪͍̱̥̰̱̠̲̀͛͋ͅi̷̥͙̦̤̠̮͊͐̒́̋̓͘͜ṉ̸̨̛͙͓̥̳͔͚͌̈́͐ý̷̢̨̢͉̮͇̪͍̟̙̹̩͗̈́͊͆̐̌̌̍͑̇̄̽͜.̶̡͚̖͎̜̙͉̫̣̙̣̗̘̝̯͗͋̐͜ ̵̬̖̯̻̗̍Į̵̦̞͉̜͖̣͓̲̤̠̙͂͂̅́͊͌ ̴̧̳̪̣̞̈́̆s̵̢̯̼̹̥̙̳̻̦̔̽͛͒̌̋͝͝͠ţ̴͈͎̪̤̣͌̔̆̏̇̍͋̚͝͝i̷̛̮̲̘͚̫͖̠̗̣͕͍͚͓͓̽̐͐̏̒̂̔̊͛̕̚l̶̡̞̗̩̮̙̻̤̫̀̑̒̽̈̾̍͒͜͠͝ͅl̵̡̦̗̥̪̫̙͍̣̓͌̊͐͒̊̅̑̓͋̚͘͝ ̵̲̟̰̫̹̬̦̹̇̂̀͑̊͐͂̇̀͋̎̎̕͜͝f̷̨̛̤̭̞͚͓̩̳̱͐͌o̶̧̟̜͛̚͝r̷̩͓̭̳̦͉̻̀̾̾̓̏͆̒̍̄̓͌̕g̷͇͓͙̯̹͍̼̦͆ͅȇ̵̹͚͓̟̞̙͇̗̆̎͠͝t̴̡̟̯̠͓͖̖̥̯͙͖̋̈́̿̃́̈̀͆͊͘ͅ ̴̮̦͖̬̞̳̣͉̭̬̝̘͖̇̃̃̎́͗̓̒̈͒ẉ̶̡̖̘̘̗̘̫̖̞̆́̄̊͆̋́̆̈́͂͌̉ḧ̴͇̼͍̯̗̺̩̘̘̪̗̣̫͈̰́̊̐̇̔͝͝e̸̡̜̻͚̲̬͛͑͐͊̒̓̌͂̀̂̌́̕ŗ̴̙̲̗̱̖̞̟̮̱̦̹̽̍̌͋̒͐̔̿̌̋̌̈́̈̍͠ĕ̸̘̥̬̖̪̱̝̻̬͂̐͛́́ ̸̛͕̞̯̗̩̲̭͔̠͙̔̈́̇̎̇̃̕͘I̴̧̫̱̰̣̝̟̲͎̲̳̜͐̍̑̄ ̵̻͓͚̥̬̬͕͉͚̘͖̿̄͋̈̈́͒͒̊̀̈́̈́͑̀̕̚͝p̵̦͙̭̦͚̤̱̗̘̠̥̯̯̙̀͘ą̸̼͙͇̹̰̬̝͇̝̟͖̿͒̎̆̌̊̌̈́̆̊̈̒̽͠ŗ̵̥́̈͛͑̋̆͌̃́͆̋̚k̷̢͔͈̼͇͕͍̹͚̜̲̯̻̱̝͍̘̓̃͋̓e̸̛͚̊̃͆̒͊̎͝d̶͉̐̔̌͘ ̶̡̥͓͙̲̘̺̳͙̀̍̐̄̍̈́͌̄͘m̷̧̰̻̹̌͗͆͆y̴̨̘̻̥͇̲̹̰̠̺̽͐̑̈́̐͒̍͛́̾́̈́͘͠ ̵̨̛̛̭̿̉̔̊̐̃͝͝c̸̢͇̼̬̖̫͚̳̙̲͙̮͌͠à̷̺̜̤͇̟͂̂͐̈́͜ŗ̴̛̛̲̳͖͔̉́̓́̿̀̊̍͘͘͘͝ ̸͚̼̞̪͍͇̗̘͖͇̲̣̌̀̊̀ș̸̡̛̘͚̫̳͇̤͚͈̈́̈̃̑̓̂̿͗͑̚ơ̸͓̪͔̜͍̣̻͖̻̘̤͓͎̩̮̒͌̎͜m̶̨̧̖̤̙̳̹͇̻̣̩͓͊̆̂́́̽͗̒̿̾̈͌̾͝͝͠e̴̢̡̥̞̬̼̲̫̪͇̼̯̞̪̟͒̇̍̈́̉̽̐̐t̷͓̼̝́̓̂̽͛̀̿į̶̨̧̲̹̖̼̱̲̭͕̫̊̐͗͌̏ͅm̷̥̙̃̍́́́e̸̫̲̳̗͇̗͎̮̩͙̖̖̰̥̻͓̯͛͗͆͐̄̈́̈͂̉̇̚̕͘s̶͉̖̲̟̰̲̱̬̭͔̖͚͚̈́̽͛̐̏͆̐͊̑͝.̴̭̯̈́͑͐͐̔̂̔͑̇̈́͘
wow I actually could read that. so the eyesight is still pretty alright.
what does it say?
it says:
Į̴̲͔̖̼͔̭̳̮̖͈̺̺̤̣͆͑̏̎ͅ ̸̛̝̞̲͍̲̺̬̙̳̍͑̏̓̓͘a̵̛̪̹͚͉̠͖̍̈́͑̏͆͗̑̀̄̾̋̏̾̽m̷̻̰̳̻̲̗̖̙͎̋̅͋̀͑͋͑͂̉̾̕͘̕͠ ̴̨̧̧̛̱͇̺̤͈̠̭̝̗̋͐̎̆̓͑̈́̄̿̓̓͋̓͂͘e̴̲͇̫̱̒̓͑́̂̅̆͂̍̏̍̾̕͝n̴̢̨̛̬͎̈́̀̚͜ͅd̶̪̰͓͖̭̭͗l̸̡̧͖̪͙̣̪͔͎͕̟̗̜̦̝͎͕͗̏̏̿̑̂͐̎̈́̌̓̀͑̔̈́̚͝e̸̡̞̰͎̣͚̼̩͒̾̂̇́̌̌̂̈̏̏̉̇͘͘s̵͍̈́̾̆̂͋̃͒̄̾̏̓͘͠s̶͈̰̞͕̣͈͈̠͇̜̫͈͍̜̄͊̇̈̂̕͝,̵̨̨̱̬̪̻͙̫̬̙͔̤̫̣̣̗͛͛͜ ̸̱̈́́̈̑̓f̵̖̩̮̝̲̮̱̑̔͌̿̌͐͂̂̋̃̑̓͂̌̌̚ͅͅr̷͕͈̍̇̿̾̀̓̉̔͌͘͠ę̵̨̧̛͙̳̪̖͚͇͍̮̤̏̑̃͛́͂̐̓̄͑̂̉̎̊͘͠e̷̙͉̼̪̙͊̒̓̓̑̄̐̏̎̇̒̾͛͘͜ ̴̢̡̨̟̞͙̤̭͕̹͚̮̩̗͍̀͑̏̈́̈̕̚͜o̶̺͕͓͈̪͓̬̞͍̤̎͐̇͝ͅf̷͂̓̀̚͜ ̶͚͈͓̀̊͋̎̌͂̽͝ť̶̻̏͒̕͠į̴͈̮͚͖̲̣͊͆̏̽͊̎͌̽͜͠͝m̴̡̫̠̮̩̳̪͓̦̔͗̄͐͊͜͜ę̶͇͎̦͚̭̫͔̭̱͉̞̬̐̊͆͋̒̐̎̒͊͘͘͘̚͝ͅ,̴̛̘͙̖̺̟͎͇̅́̀͌̏̏̒̋͊̅̓̾͜͠͠͝ ̸̗̙̌̏Ī̷̢̤̳̥̼̤̀̚ ̸̢̧̧̛̰̯̰̭̗͚̙̣̟̯͙̰̹͊͊̈́͒͐͊̽̊͛̚̕͘̚ͅa̴̠͇͈̹̫̫̾̒̅̆̏̿͐̀̃͒̂͒̄̉̿͆̽m̵̡̨̛͇̯̹̻̠̪̹̙̝̗̩̻̱̞͓̉̈́͑̾́̓̕ ̴̨̡̱̳̩͓͕̼͉̪̪̹̞͔̟̱͑̿̂̿̌̈́́̑̃̚͜͝b̷̢̧̞̤̥̤̼̩̫͔̳̱͚̣͈̆̽̒̀̚ẽ̵̬̲̮̘̭̫̮͈͙̑̈͑͑̀̈̓̿̑ͅc̸͙̺̜̤̙̭̖̬̱̘͎͉̎̂̍̍̓̅̆̒̾͘̚͜͝͠ô̵̤͈͈͔̼̬̐̌̿̆̀̊͑ḿ̸̡̼̞͕̯̰͉͕̭̙͍͕͚̩̞̣͑̌͌͋̓͐̑̿̽̃͛̍̚̕͜ě̵̢͙͇̥̳̳̼̥͉͒̊̄͌́̌̾̔̓̈́̍̾͘̚ ̶̯̰̫͗̃d̷̯̗̤̻̪͙̙̞͍̦̠̔̈̀̏̔̄͜͠ę̷̜̈̈͜͝͝ṣ̷̙̫͉̦̑̍̔͛͗̊̆́̚͝͝t̸̡̪͍̱̥̰̱̠̲̀͛͋ͅi̷̥͙̦̤̠̮͊͐̒́̋̓͘͜ṉ̸̨̛͙͓̥̳͔͚͌̈́͐ý̷̢̨̢͉̮͇̪͍̟̙̹̩͗̈́͊͆̐̌̌̍͑̇̄̽͜.̶̡͚̖͎̜̙͉̫̣̙̣̗̘̝̯͗͋̐͜ ̵̬̖̯̻̗̍Į̵̦̞͉̜͖̣͓̲̤̠̙͂͂̅́͊͌ ̴̧̳̪̣̞̈́̆s̵̢̯̼̹̥̙̳̻̦̔̽͛͒̌̋͝͝͠ţ̴͈͎̪̤̣͌̔̆̏̇̍͋̚͝͝i̷̛̮̲̘͚̫͖̠̗̣͕͍͚͓͓̽̐͐̏̒̂̔̊͛̕̚l̶̡̞̗̩̮̙̻̤̫̀̑̒̽̈̾̍͒͜͠͝ͅl̵̡̦̗̥̪̫̙͍̣̓͌̊͐͒̊̅̑̓͋̚͘͝ ̵̲̟̰̫̹̬̦̹̇̂̀͑̊͐͂̇̀͋̎̎̕͜͝f̷̨̛̤̭̞͚͓̩̳̱͐͌o̶̧̟̜͛̚͝r̷̩͓̭̳̦͉̻̀̾̾̓̏͆̒̍̄̓͌̕g̷͇͓͙̯̹͍̼̦͆ͅȇ̵̹͚͓̟̞̙͇̗̆̎͠͝t̴̡̟̯̠͓͖̖̥̯͙͖̋̈́̿̃́̈̀͆͊͘ͅ ̴̮̦͖̬̞̳̣͉̭̬̝̘͖̇̃̃̎́͗̓̒̈͒ẉ̶̡̖̘̘̗̘̫̖̞̆́̄̊͆̋́̆̈́͂͌̉ḧ̴͇̼͍̯̗̺̩̘̘̪̗̣̫͈̰́̊̐̇̔͝͝e̸̡̜̻͚̲̬͛͑͐͊̒̓̌͂̀̂̌́̕ŗ̴̙̲̗̱̖̞̟̮̱̦̹̽̍̌͋̒͐̔̿̌̋̌̈́̈̍͠ĕ̸̘̥̬̖̪̱̝̻̬͂̐͛́́ ̸̛͕̞̯̗̩̲̭͔̠͙̔̈́̇̎̇̃̕͘I̴̧̫̱̰̣̝̟̲͎̲̳̜͐̍̑̄ ̵̻͓͚̥̬̬͕͉͚̘͖̿̄͋̈̈́͒͒̊̀̈́̈́͑̀̕̚͝p̵̦͙̭̦͚̤̱̗̘̠̥̯̯̙̀͘ą̸̼͙͇̹̰̬̝͇̝̟͖̿͒̎̆̌̊̌̈́̆̊̈̒̽͠ŗ̵̥́̈͛͑̋̆͌̃́͆̋̚k̷̢͔͈̼͇͕͍̹͚̜̲̯̻̱̝͍̘̓̃͋̓e̸̛͚̊̃͆̒͊̎͝d̶͉̐̔̌͘ ̶̡̥͓͙̲̘̺̳͙̀̍̐̄̍̈́͌̄͘m̷̧̰̻̹̌͗͆͆y̴̨̘̻̥͇̲̹̰̠̺̽͐̑̈́̐͒̍͛́̾́̈́͘͠ ̵̨̛̛̭̿̉̔̊̐̃͝͝c̸̢͇̼̬̖̫͚̳̙̲͙̮͌͠à̷̺̜̤͇̟͂̂͐̈́͜ŗ̴̛̛̲̳͖͔̉́̓́̿̀̊̍͘͘͘͝ ̸͚̼̞̪͍͇̗̘͖͇̲̣̌̀̊̀ș̸̡̛̘͚̫̳͇̤͚͈̈́̈̃̑̓̂̿͗͑̚ơ̸͓̪͔̜͍̣̻͖̻̘̤͓͎̩̮̒͌̎͜m̶̨̧̖̤̙̳̹͇̻̣̩͓͊̆̂́́̽͗̒̿̾̈͌̾͝͝͠e̴̢̡̥̞̬̼̲̫̪͇̼̯̞̪̟͒̇̍̈́̉̽̐̐t̷͓̼̝́̓̂̽͛̀̿į̶̨̧̲̹̖̼̱̲̭͕̫̊̐͗͌̏ͅm̷̥̙̃̍́́́e̸̫̲̳̗͇̗͎̮̩͙̖̖̰̥̻͓̯͛͗͆͐̄̈́̈͂̉̇̚̕͘s̶͉̖̲̟̰̲̱̬̭͔̖͚͚̈́̽͛̐̏͆̐͊̑͝.̴̭̯̈́͑͐͐̔̂̔͑̇̈́͘
just kidding.
here’s what I could read:
i am endless tree of time. i am become destiny. i still forget where i parked my car sometimes.
Exactly
Are those the dead see scrolls?
20 is a baby. 30 is a newly adult person. actually turning 30 didn’t do much for me but a delayed realization that I’m over 30 did wonders. I stopped feeling like a teenager who has to put up with drama, or the youngest person in the room who has to suffer people’s bullshit for no reason. huge weight lift from the shoulders.
It’s just hard because everyone in my life had achieved something by my age. Even my more “grown up” friends I’ve made recently are like 25 and looking to get married and buy a house.
I know comparison is the thief of joy, but it really feels like I’ve wasted my life.
marriage is not an achievement and there’s a housing crisis. also looking to get something doesn’t mean you’re even close to getting it but whatever even if they did have those, it’s not in any way an indictment on you.
marriage doesn’t mean anything unless you have someone you want to be married to. the right time is when you’re ready to do it and it makes sense, not a specific age. if you’re a man, you’re even more free to wait as the societal pressure (or biological, if one wants kids) isn’t nearly as high as it is for women. not that it should be a deciding factor anyway for women but I’m just saying.
from what I’ve seen from people around me, being unmarried is infinitely better than marrying the wrong person.
take a breath, do right by yourself. 30 is ridiculously young to have “wasted your life”. lots of people find themselves in their 30s. as it is usually a time you start getting your shit together, now you will have an opportunity to actually think about what you want to do and how to do it.
Isn’t it funny how we want to spend our lives doing what we want to do?
Haha well you’re dead now and it’s too late! XD
Acting like dying is a bad thing. Lol. Don’t threaten me with a good time.
This comic reminds me of the same gripe I had with the movie Click.
The message seems to be “Life is short and precious, so appreciate every moment, because it’ll be over before you know it.” Which sounds nice, and sweet, and thoughtful, and is complete and utter horse shit.
There are times when life just plain sucks. When it’s boring or tedious or even torturous, and it would be 100% worth skipping if you could. When you have a headache at the airport and have just found out your flight has been delayed by 3 hours. When your tooth cracks at 4am and you’re waiting for hours in agony until a dentist opens up. When you finished a long work day and just want to get home and collapse, only to find the roads are blocked in a massive traffic jam. These are not fulfilling experiences. You do not learn or grow in any way, except to become more tolerant to enduring unfulfilling experiences. Of course it would be better if you could skip those things!
But yu can’t
And the message is to make the best out of those bad moments somehow because like it or not, they’re still a part of life and you only will have exactly one life. If you try to skip out the bad moments instead of making them better you only spend a lot of time not living
Again. Total horseshit.
Skip out on the bad moments if you can! Are you crazy?! Live your life! Don’t simply choose to accept monotony just because it exists! You’re saying you shouldn’t try to actively avoid bad moments?! What the fuck kind of grin-and-bear-it nonsense is that?!
well of course you should try to avoid them, but sometimes shit happens. and bad shit happens to good ppl.
it’s how you deal with it that can turn those adversities into a learning and growing experience.
and no, it is almost never easy.Of course, avoid suffering as much as possible. But even you have to agree that one cannot simply avoid all adversity.
Even though it would be nice to have a skip button, the reality is that we do not. So the job of philosophy like above is to make such moments bearable. It is almost pragmatic.
“Every day is hell, but take time to enjoy the small moments of joy it offers” I think is a better message
Even the bad experiences of your life shape who you become, a life with no hardships would probably be dull, ofcourse it’s a balancing act like most things in life
If the movie had any actual balls it would have leaned harder into the parallels between his magic remote and suicidality, and it would have shown a lot more of the agony of choosing between experiencing the absolute worst things in life versus escaping entirely into nothingness.
But it was a kid’s movie so there we are.
“Life’s a bitch and then you die.”
But hopefully there are some shining moments and milestones inbetween. Cherish those moments and the good times.
Learn from (and learn to let go) of the lesser ones.I read it as life is short and precious, and most of it fucking sucks.
The days are long but the years are short.
My younger coworkers keep saying on Mondays, “i wish it was friday already!”
I told them they’ll wish for that time back someday…
and then they called me grandpa and i gave them a werthers original, and everyone stood up and clapped
When I was in the 8th grade, I distinctly remember one day getting off the bus and making my way to homeroom, and a thought occurred to me: “I still have four more years of school before I graduate. I’ll never make it!”
I’m typing this approximately 35 years later. I never did make it through high school; I dropped out three times (the third time the school asked that I not come back). Ironically, I graduated with my masters last year.
~Talk about a wild ride.~
Huge congratulations.
Time is slower when you are young. Summers lasted forever. Now I blink my eyes and my toddlers are almost in high school.
Physiologically it’s because the brain is learning more stuff when you’re young. The new experiences stretch the passage of time. The inverse is true when you get older because the brain doesn’t have to assimilate as much. You can kind of get some of that feeling back by learning new stuff, like picking up an instrument, or learning a new language etc.
Probably why I feel like I experience the biggest “time dilation” during childhood after moving to the United States. New Language, new environment. So many different cultures, also around this time, my brain is more developed to be able to remember more. Free libraries, and most importantly, free access to the open internet, stuff that my previous country didn’t have, didn’t even have internet before. Like the world just felt bigger after that plane ride.
I remember reading some kids book about science and plants and space, now I could just “look it up” on the internet. Anything you wanted to see. Sooo many planets and space facts that couldn’t be found in one tiny book lol.
So many memories…
Now I feel like I just seen all of the interesting movies and TV. Nothing is new… except deteriorating politics 🤷♂️
I think this is super true. We moved across the pond and are learning a new language, new culture, everything. Time feels SO slow. This year has been a decade.
It’s been hard, but also that part has been cool and a good reminder that it doesn’t always have to be that way
I am definitely in the same time vortex as you experience
I’m 47 and it’s really starting to accelerate. Enjoy your youth. Time is short. Do what you enjoy now.
It’s not the physical age, it’s how far from home you are.
Although ‘home’ def has something to do with it, home is where and what you make of it. Though sometimes not by choice.
Age however never slows down. I always say it’s not how old you are, but how old you feel, physically but also mentally.
I’m north of 40, feel 30 physically, act like 15 sometimes.
But everyone’s brain and body is different. It’s how you perceive it (not how others perceive it) that you can change.
Physically I feel 17, mentally I feel 10.000. In other words, very senile, and I run around like I’m on crack.
As in being farther from home decelerates aging, or accelerates it?
As in, the older you are, the less familiar things are. Family members die and you can never see them again, no one knows or gets any media you knew, many doors close. It would not really matter if you were like a timelord. You can have eternal youth, but you will still be old. Most people miss the point of this when they say “Oh aren’t even half-way into your life! You got so much more to go!”…
…so much more of what? Just a career, and hoping to find some peace. Most activities just hit different, and you may understand people, but they won’t understand you.
Every time I meet up with a friend, I cherish it like it’s our last time. Because it could be the last time.
The song is “Time” by Pink Floyd for anyone that doesn’t get the reference. If you like that song, Dark Side of the Moon is definitely worth a listen
I’m 27 and somehow I just listened to this album for the first time 2 weeks ago. “Us and them”, “Time” and “Eclipse” break me down to full blown ugly crying every time I listen to them 😅 that shit touched my fucking soul.
This was my peak ‘life sucks and I’m just slowly dying’ song as a very young adult, drinking Screech alone in my parent’s basement and contemplating all sorts of dismal stuff.
Fantastic song, but if I find myself listening to it on repeat in the near future it’s straight to the shrink. Gotta fire your own damn starting gun before you lose the strength to pull the trigger.
Yep, that’s the stuff.
I’d never heard of it
All good, it’s pretty regional as the Wiki attests to.
Is it enjoyable or kinda shit (or both, depending on who makes it)?
So the branded Screech is kinda meh imo, a sort of harsh dark rum. Tasted like depression which suited me fine at the time, lol.
Proper screech (bathtub moonshine style)? I’ve never had the chance to try some, unfortunately.
Edit: apparently the recipe for Screech changed over Covid, new stuff is supposedly smoother.
The solo is perfect.
