Time

I like to head out to the shops on Christmas Eve.  I do this to see if there’s any last minutes bargains of Christmas presents and I do it because I also like watching people.  I always hope that, by the time I get there, all my shopping is done and I’m prepared, so I can just aimlessly wander without a need to be there.

As sadistic as it sounds, I like watching the people who aren’t prepared rush round!

I think this is a good way to describe how time appears to move at different speeds for different people in different situations.  While I’m, say, drinking my red cup coffee, time is ticking slowly.  The parents rushing round trying to buy gifts that Santa doesn’t own the IP for probably feel they have no time at all.

I remember being out one night when a friend knocked an un-open bottle of expensive fizzy wine off a table.  I saw it fall, and bounce, and in the time between it hitting the floor and exploding due to the pressure build up my brain found time to tell me (in a full sentence) that the bottle had bounced and not smashed, and that I should be relieved.  Time moved so slowly.

A few days ago, Timehop reminded me of the night that I got soaked as a car drove through a massive puddle next to me on Deansgate in Manchester.  I saw the car approaching but couldn’t move out the way or lower my umbrella fast enough to protect myself.  I was so embarrassed and was literally soaked to the skin despite wearing a blazer, jumper and shirt.  Time moved so fast.

Of course, there’s also the thought that time moves at different speeds depending on how you’re enjoying yourself.  When I’ve been lying awake unable to sleep the night drags on for ages.  When I’m out with friends or messing around or just generally having a good time, time flies.


It’s what I like about the picture, taken in the fog in Skelmersdale in 2008.  The trees are still, the cars are moving.  I like that difference in the speed of time.

 

How many times can you say that it’s over
How many ways can you say that I love you forever more
How many times can you make love with your lover
How many lives and many lies can we live with ourselvesHow many times will you change your religion
And how many gods do you ask for the answers that grow when you’re sad
What has to break before you make a decision
Cause you never know which way to go, you just get off the bus and go homeGod tell me the truth, how much is too many
Give me a sign if we crossed the line
Cause everyone else seems to know the direction
I’m frozen and I know it
And I’m out of breath from the speed of life
And I’m shaking and it’s freezing
I’m scared to death of the speed of life
The speed of life

How many dreams can you break till you’re broken
How many fights can you fight until you fall down on your knees
How many doors can get slammed in your face until one of them opens
It’s beautiful, it’s incredible, it’s the danger of life

God tell me the truth, how much is too many
Give me a sign if we crossed the line
Cause everyone else seems to know the direction
I’m frozen and I know it
And I’m out of breath from the speed of life
And I’m shaking and it’s freezing
I’m scared to death of the speed of life

And I’m shaking and it’s freezing
I’m scared to death of the speed of life
The speed of life

The Speed of Life by Delta Goodrem
(Inspired by this photo challenge.)
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