I couldn’t choose which opening sentence to start my post with tonight. It was between the following two entries:
- I can’t believe it is only Tuesday.
- I can’t believe it is already Tuesday.
I think you can see my quandary. Is the week passing by too slowly? Or too quickly?
Am I having a good week? Or a bad week?
I suppose it is all about perspective. The speed at which time goes by (or the speed at which we perceive it is going by) has everything to do with whether we are having a good time or not. Start having a good time, and time will fly by like a seagull snatching your corn-dog out of your hand at the beach. Start having a miserable time, and time will drift by as slowly as a lecture on pre-Edwardian typefaces and their use in handbills.
I’m not uncovering new ground here. We all know this to be true. This phenomenon has been observed and noted in a million different ways. But that doesn’t help me with my problem with Tuesday.
I think, on balance, I am having a good week, so, by rights, it should be passing by more quickly than it is. Something obviously is awry.
I bet a chrono-sprocket has been stripped of its teeth and is not engaging properly with the cosmic flywheel, causing oscillations in the nonspatial continuum and temporal flux inhibitor.
Either that or … you know … it’s just a very meh week.