Where Does The Time Go?

Holy crap, Halloween is barely over it seems and we are getting phone calls and text messages from family wanting to know what is going on with Thanksgiving and our family Christmas party already.

It caught The Wifely Unit flat footed.

She is usually all over that crap but she says it snuck up on her this year.

Me too.

I told her it is a sign that we are getting old.

I can remember when I was a kid that it seemed to take forever for Christmas to get here and thinking about in the Summer was basically a mortal sin.

Now Summer comes and goes, I don’t seem to get a damn thing done that I would like to do, Fall lasts two damn weeks and BOOM, Thanksgiving is staring me in the face.

While Thanksgiving is technically still in the Fall, around here, once Typhoon season starts, it may as well be Winter until June rolls around. Except for about two weeks or so every year when we get the ice and snow, it doesn’t really get that cold around here.

It just rains a lot.

So now The Wifely Unit is in full panic mode. That is my clue to lay low and try and blend in with the furniture when I’m not at work.

I’m sure the next point that I become aware of the approaching holidays will be two days before they are here. Then they will fly by and the next thing I know it will be a New Year.

If I’m lucky.

It’s a strange phenomena but well documented throughout the ages, the older you get, the faster time seems to go by.

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15 thoughts on “Where Does The Time Go?

  1. I just hate the fucking silly season… Bah Fucking Humbug! People acting more like entitled asscaps and spending money they don’t have and just to impress. One Christmas dinner I am going to cuz they are serving ham instead of fucking foul fowl.Don’t get me any presents Phil, I’ll just throw the fuckers away.

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    • I, on the other hand, will be eagerly awaiting expensive gifts from all of you! Especially Cederq!! 🙂

      I come from a dysfunctional family of shitlibs and Christmas and thanksgiving used to be absolute murder. They’d start talking politics and I’d just sit there and try and choke a ruined feast down. I finally stopped going, a sammich and maybe a classic Christmas re-run are good enough for me. If you wanna do family time that’s cool, but for me that doesn’t mean poltics with queers, the aunt that drinks Chardonnay by the box, greasy hipsters or elderly marxists. For me that’s a potential shooting spree. Who needs it.

      If you all pooled your money together you could get me a Rolex for Christmas! That would be ever so special!!! 🙂

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  2. I have a theory about this phenomenon. I think as a very small kid, ALL the sensory input that hits your nerve ending is brand spankin’ new, and is recorded in your brain cell connection which form in response to the input. This makes every second seem loooooong. As you gain experience, less and less is new & so recorded, thus making time “speed up” as we age. That’s my theory, and I’m stickin’ to it.

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    • I would agree, Don, this has been studied and your theory has been enumerated amongst many psychologists and behaviorists. It makes perfect sense.

      Sorta like taking a long car trip, the first time you see a lot of “new” stuff, but as you travel the same route time after time, the brain says, “Screw this, I’ve already been here before and have better things to do.” Same theory.

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