There’s no question: the older you get, the faster you get older. I noticed, however, that time slowed up about 50% while in California the first week of June. It struck me clearly the first full day there; seemed like two days’ worth of time and they were all like that. This would support the argument for moving to California, unless I don’t really want to find brakes for what seems like a waxed slide to the grave. I’m pretty sure I would like to slow it up, painful though it may be. It’s like California was a bare stretch on the slide, and I hit wax again soon as we got back to Lawrence. Since returning, there’s been no time for activities to prepare for a move. Well, there might be time if I did nothing else; maybe that’s what it’ll take. My doctors would all say this perception of accelerating time is “psychological”. As if they’re qualified to make such assessments. Seven years and they haven’t been able to make a diagnosis. Their scientific tests say, with the precision of Swiss clocks, that I’m healthy as a horse. (What’s with that, anyway? I’ve seen some downright sickly horses). Since their scientific tests aren’t telling the truth (at least not the important truth) about my health, it seems plausible to me that Swiss clocks aren’t telling the truth about time, either.
Older Faster
June 20, 2009
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John
There’s no question: the older you get, the faster you get older. I noticed, however, that time slowed up about 50% while in California the first week of June. It struck me clearly the first full day there; seemed like two days’ worth of time and they were all like that. This would support the argument for moving to California, unless I don’t really want to find brakes for what seems like a waxed slide to the grave. I’m pretty sure I would like to slow it up, painful though it may be. It’s like California was a bare stretch on the slide, and I hit wax again soon as we got back to Lawrence. Since returning, there’s been no time for activities to prepare for a move. Well, there might be time if I did nothing else; maybe that’s what it’ll take. My doctors would all say this perception of accelerating time is “psychological”. As if they’re qualified to make such assessments. Seven years and they haven’t been able to make a diagnosis. Their scientific tests say, with the precision of Swiss clocks, that I’m healthy as a horse. (What’s with that, anyway? I’ve seen some downright sickly horses). Since their scientific tests aren’t telling the truth (at least not the important truth) about my health, it seems plausible to me that Swiss clocks aren’t telling the truth about time, either.