the relativity of time
One of the things routine is good for is marking the passage of time. There was a time as a teenager when my time was marked by the tv shows on each day, I kid you not. I knew what day it was based on what show I was going to watch that night. When a show ended or was rescheduled for some reason, my sense of time would become a little messed up for a while. I remember trying to calculate the amount of tv I was watching back then, and came up with an approximate total of about 30 hours a week. That's about 4 hours of tv each day. It was nuts. Didn't feel like it at the time though, and my parents couldn't really complain since I was still getting all my school work done, AND I scored top marks for the nation-wide examinations at the end of that year too. Mom actually told me she was rather amused when other people asked her what I did to score so well. She would wryly answer that I watched a lot of tv. Haha.
Anyway, the point I'm trying to make is that my current sense of time is in limbo. Since school has let out, I don't have classes as an anchor anymore, not even that single solitary Wednesday class I was attending up till last week. My housemates are usually helpful in providing some sense of time, but they are not the best source, and they're gone too for now. My one remaining anchor is the Monday Mandarin classes I teach. However, my student has been rescheduling quite often lately, which adds to my floaty sense of time.
Oh, some clarification. When I say my sense of time is wonky, I do not mean that I do not know what day it is. I am perfectly aware what day and time it is - I stare at my gadgets enough to get this information. :p What I mean is that time doesn't feel real. Perhaps I could state it as, my conscious mind knows but my subconscious mind is unsure. The abstract concept of time feels more abstract than usual, if that makes sense.
......What was I trying to say with this post again? Lol. Oh, right. Today feels unreal. If I think about it logically, not a lot happened, but it just feels like a lot. Maybe it's because I spent the majority of the day outdoors today. Sensory and information overload. That also messes with my time sense very often. That said, I think I'll spend this weekend indoors and bask in the comforting silence of my cosy apartment.
Anyway, the point I'm trying to make is that my current sense of time is in limbo. Since school has let out, I don't have classes as an anchor anymore, not even that single solitary Wednesday class I was attending up till last week. My housemates are usually helpful in providing some sense of time, but they are not the best source, and they're gone too for now. My one remaining anchor is the Monday Mandarin classes I teach. However, my student has been rescheduling quite often lately, which adds to my floaty sense of time.
Oh, some clarification. When I say my sense of time is wonky, I do not mean that I do not know what day it is. I am perfectly aware what day and time it is - I stare at my gadgets enough to get this information. :p What I mean is that time doesn't feel real. Perhaps I could state it as, my conscious mind knows but my subconscious mind is unsure. The abstract concept of time feels more abstract than usual, if that makes sense.
......What was I trying to say with this post again? Lol. Oh, right. Today feels unreal. If I think about it logically, not a lot happened, but it just feels like a lot. Maybe it's because I spent the majority of the day outdoors today. Sensory and information overload. That also messes with my time sense very often. That said, I think I'll spend this weekend indoors and bask in the comforting silence of my cosy apartment.