Lost Time?
( what shall we talk about today?)
Clearly lost time is a real thing. When there is nothing to regiment your time... the hours fade into days... The days fade into weeks... And the weeks fade into months. When nothing is scheduled to regiment the days of the week, or dates in the month, every day fades into the next.
By the late evening, the morning seems to be so far away... or was that yesterday morning? Of course it doesn't help if your short term memory works against you. Going into the next room only to forget what you went in there for. Trying to remember if you did something, that was so automatic that you didn't make a mental note that you did it... Like locking the door.... or taking your pills... or brushing your. Do I remember doing that today, or was that memory from yesterday?
Add to this the heightened ability to get easily side tracked or distracted... And as the first thought should progress to the next... Another thought invades... And the "next" thought is gone. Note: anything and everything is a distraction. Sometimes I think I'm ready to carry a memo recorder to make a note of what I'm going to do, following my long journey into the next room.
My thought of what I was going to write next, right here... Well, maybe it will come back to me... or maybe it won't.
Let's start from the beginning... Today is Saturday, June 11th.
Okay... Back on track. But there's some thing's you never forget, or forget for long. One... I'm hungry. Two... Time to go to the bathroom.
Three... three... three... nope, I've got nothing.
Oh yes, three... looks like I need to cut the grass... again.
In any event... "time"... Where does it go? How does it work? It's it really moving consistently at the same pace? Or taking intermittent leaps? Wasn't yesterday Thursday?
Monday-tuesday-wednesday-thursday-saturday!
By the late evening, the morning seems to be so far away... or was that yesterday morning? Of course it doesn't help if your short term memory works against you. Going into the next room only to forget what you went in there for. Trying to remember if you did something, that was so automatic that you didn't make a mental note that you did it... Like locking the door.... or taking your pills... or brushing your. Do I remember doing that today, or was that memory from yesterday?
Add to this the heightened ability to get easily side tracked or distracted... And as the first thought should progress to the next... Another thought invades... And the "next" thought is gone. Note: anything and everything is a distraction. Sometimes I think I'm ready to carry a memo recorder to make a note of what I'm going to do, following my long journey into the next room.
My thought of what I was going to write next, right here... Well, maybe it will come back to me... or maybe it won't.
Let's start from the beginning... Today is Saturday, June 11th.
Okay... Back on track. But there's some thing's you never forget, or forget for long. One... I'm hungry. Two... Time to go to the bathroom.
Three... three... three... nope, I've got nothing.
Oh yes, three... looks like I need to cut the grass... again.
In any event... "time"... Where does it go? How does it work? It's it really moving consistently at the same pace? Or taking intermittent leaps? Wasn't yesterday Thursday?
Monday-tuesday-wednesday-thursday-saturday!
Time and memory... Sometimes seems a bit supernatural.
Consisting of laspes, enough to have you question your own wellbeing.
Consisting of laspes, enough to have you question your own wellbeing.
Or perhaps I simply watch too many sci-fi movies, coupled with the normal aspects of growing old as it relates to short term memory.
Simply... clearly the natural human experience and the concept of loosing track of hours and days is a direct result of having no regimented schedule to define reference points in time... be it hours, or days, or even months.
The only thing that keeps past events of your life in perspective with respective times, is your memories. Of course, get old invites memory issues... So the time seems less defined... past, present, and no doubt in the future.
Something to think about? Probably not until you get older, or very much older when it won't matter any way.
Oops... Gotta go for now... hungry! And I have to... (you know).
Y'all enjoy your weekend.
Don't worry about time. You will always run out of time to do things. Especially the older you get, as you realize that with your own mortality... that time too is getting shorter... "like sands in the hour glass, so are the days of our lives". Sorry, that just popped into my head, and onto the paper.
Writing about stuff. It's it a statement of losing my sanity, or saving my sanity? Is it like falling off a tall building... half way down... "so far so good" ?
Nevertheless... time & memory... So far, so good.
