Ermintruder
The greatest risk is to risk nothing at all...
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This is an odd and disconcerting effect for me, personally, right now
Often, in recent times, I've stereotypically bemoaned how fast the years are passing.
This month (for me by massive contrast, within my perceptions and references) has been almost an eternity. It is a very strange impression, and I can't explain it- only, attempt to describe what I mean.
The car crash I experienced at the start of the month *might* somehow have been the start of this, for me. I wasn't injured, but was maybe more shaken by it than I thought.
I can't convey more than just my subjective impression, but the overall effect is perhaps a doubling or nearly trebling of how long time, for me, seems to be passing. So a day is (in retrospect) at least a couple of days. And a week is certainly feeling like a fortnight, plus more.
Maybe it's an accumulative strain effect, over the years. Hopefully not some serious cognitive effect/defect.
Anyway- if time ever speeds-up back to normal 'fast' pace, again, for me, I shall almost be happy to moan about it.
Maybe I've accidentally wished this to happen. That the clock now goes tick-tick-tick...tock. It doesn't really. But it feels like it has, in immediate retrospect.
Am I headed for adopting some kind of animal-style perception of time? Presumably a dog's day feels, to it, like a week (with its seven years for each human conventional year).
On that basis I may (appropriately) be now be experiencing donkey years with three hours/days/years for every normal human one. If this dubious equivalency scheme is to be believed, I should be glad perhaps to not be subject to bovine chronologia, equivalenting-in at an alleged exchange rate of 14:1
Often, in recent times, I've stereotypically bemoaned how fast the years are passing.
This month (for me by massive contrast, within my perceptions and references) has been almost an eternity. It is a very strange impression, and I can't explain it- only, attempt to describe what I mean.
The car crash I experienced at the start of the month *might* somehow have been the start of this, for me. I wasn't injured, but was maybe more shaken by it than I thought.
I can't convey more than just my subjective impression, but the overall effect is perhaps a doubling or nearly trebling of how long time, for me, seems to be passing. So a day is (in retrospect) at least a couple of days. And a week is certainly feeling like a fortnight, plus more.
Maybe it's an accumulative strain effect, over the years. Hopefully not some serious cognitive effect/defect.
Anyway- if time ever speeds-up back to normal 'fast' pace, again, for me, I shall almost be happy to moan about it.
Maybe I've accidentally wished this to happen. That the clock now goes tick-tick-tick...tock. It doesn't really. But it feels like it has, in immediate retrospect.
Am I headed for adopting some kind of animal-style perception of time? Presumably a dog's day feels, to it, like a week (with its seven years for each human conventional year).
On that basis I may (appropriately) be now be experiencing donkey years with three hours/days/years for every normal human one. If this dubious equivalency scheme is to be believed, I should be glad perhaps to not be subject to bovine chronologia, equivalenting-in at an alleged exchange rate of 14:1
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