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Thursday October 06, 2005

The speed of life

My life feels like it's moving at twice the rate it used to, easily doubling the speed of my youth, when my mom packed my lunch and my biggest concern was getting picked last for dodgeball.

When I was a little Vurbic, I spent hours doing things that had nothing to do with school, or chores, or my future. This included a lot of time at Sarah's house trying on makeup in her bathroom and reading Seventeen. I helped maintain the Vurbic food chain, picking on my sister and getting picked on by my brother. And I can't forget the many hours I spent arguing with my parents. There was time for all of these things, and they were all memorable. But that's all over.

The days seem a lot shorter now, and I have more things to do than time in which to do them. Today alone I added seven things to my October to-do list, which has 19 items left over from my September to-do list, which had 9 holdovers from August. I've been meaning to order contacts for the last four months. I have this old pair that I've been wearing since July that crap out on me during the drive home from work. People speeding by look at me like I'm crazy because I've got only one eye open. It's completely ridiculous, but I just don't have time to fix it.

I've also noticed that I no longer remember most of my days. I can easily discriminate my years up to about age 16 or so, then everything after gets mushed up into this big messy ball. I get my years mixed up easily. I realized this when stating my employment history on a recent job application. I couldn't remember when I held which job, and when things happened to me. Two years ago or five... same difference.

I guess when you don't do anything remotely interesting, your brain doesn't care to remember it. Sure, some of the sciency-type things I do at work are cool, but outside of work I don't have time for anything interesting. I'll probably wake up one day in my 60's and not remember a darn thing that happened to me since I started my adult life. There just isn't any more time for the memorable stuff.



Comments

Aren't the busy falling behind seasons of our life wierd? I don't even think they are a blur. They are like dreamless sleeping and waking up tired.

I can promise you that most of the memorable stuff finds you - less often than you try find it.
Blog on!

Bene D on October 7, 2005 12:30 AM

Wait until marriage and kids. Time shortens exponentially then. Wait,... when then hell did I get a wife and kid? )

Bro on October 7, 2005 02:09 PM

Hey guess what....at the green day concert i was on the floor, the first row of people next to the stage (by the railing). I got to touch Billie Joe!!!!! Only his fingertips but still i rule!!!!

little sis on October 7, 2005 02:11 PM

Klara, not fair! NOT FAIR!

Ante, I don't need kids. I'm happy with Maria. I see her a few hours a week, then hand her over when she starts to cry. I have it made.

Bene, thanks!

Drina on October 7, 2005 06:25 PM