The part of daily living I have trouble coming to terms with is that one minute you’re here…and the next minute you’re not…no matter how long you were here in the first place.
Yeah…well, neither does the rest of it.
The first time I recall actually recognizing how fast time was slip slidin away was in the early part of 6th grade.
I was sitting in my room, one sunny, Saturday afternoon, being bored, when I should have been out playing basketball or something with my friends.
I liked to be bored back then—not sure why. My mom would ask me what I was going to do, and I would answer, “Just sit in my room and be bored.”
And she would respond, “Okay…have fun”…not at all realizing that fun defeats the whole purpose of boredom…but that’s how moms are, I guess.
Anyway, it suddenly hit me that I had just—or so it seemed—been sitting in the exact same chair, in the exact same corner of my room, the Saturday before…being bored.
So I immediately made the cognitive leap of faith that, before I knew it, I would be sitting in the exact same chair, in the exact same corner of my room, the next Saturday…being bored.
WTF! I thought to myself…time is slipping away at an alarming speed!