Time…Time has a way of affecting people in weird ways….
Basically it screws with you.
Theoretically, I don’t know much about the Theory of Relativity.
But practically Time seems way worse….Time has a way of hovering over you, like an annoying little fly that you can’t seem to be able swat, that keeps buzzing in your head, teasing you, bugging you, singing it’s little song…… making you count every second, every minute till it drives you to the brink of insanity, or deep sleep, whichever comes first.
And then Time has a way of whooshing past you when you don’t want it to, it has a unique quality of growing wings, when you don’t want it to…..it still tends to piss you off when it's not 'hovering' anymore!
It’s almost as if Time and Murphy’s Law work together in a kind of an evil collaboration just so they can come and bite you in the ass.
But have you ever had that feeling, that your life has come to a standstill and there is nowhere that you are actually moving?? You are not moving forward and you are definitely not moving backward. You are just where you were. You are standing and no one notices you, no one sees you, no one touches you. You are standing, possibly at crossroads, and some idiot has stolen the fucking signboard! You are standing, but everyone else is moving. You would half except time to stop too, possibly for you to catch up, you hope…..but you know time is moving, you know because you watch says so, you know because you cell phone beeps every morning to wake you up when you are having the best part of that wonderful dream, you know, because you room keeps getting messier by the day, you know, because your iPod’s battery dies. That wise ass waits for no one!
What do you do?
You start creating your own universe. You always did.
But now, the colours seem brighter, the possibilities are bigger, that voice seems more familiar, the people have faces, you now remember what clothes they were wearing, what shade of green his eyes was, what song she sang....
Your realm of creative brilliance starts filling up all the emptiness around you,seeping through every crevice of hopelessness and flowing into every fissure of doubt.Things like waking up or sleeping seem trivial. That’s not an obstacle anymore. Life’s good! Time finally seems favorable....
And then there are moments….
A few moments of lucidity that hits you in between glorious hours of lunacy, which I must tell you, is hardly a bloody ray of sunshine!
“Oyye!! Oyeee! Are you talking to yourself??? Dad’s been yelling for you for over 10 minutes and your phone’s been ringing…do you mind????” *bewildered sibling leaves room.*
It drives you right back to square one, where you are desperately trying to grab hold of Time, so that it takes you with it….and you fail every time still struggling with the lull you are stuck with.
It SUCKS!!