The passage of time.

MWXK

I suppose everyone has experienced this feeling many times in their life - the strange, unexplainable yet obvious awareness of time passing at different rates. There are countless axioms on the subject; "time flies when you're having fun," "a watched pot never boils," and so on. We've all had a beautiful, evanescent moment slip by all-to-quickly and a dull one lingers and drag on our consciousness when we wish so intently that it wouldn't. Today, I've become quite keenly aware of it... Today is a slow day. A long day. And yet it is not at all remarkably different from any other day. I awoke at the same time, followed the same routine, drove the same distance, arrived at work no earlier or later then usual, and I have done virtually the same work as any other day. Yet, for some reason that eludes my senses, it is barely 1:00 at the time I write this and it feels like I have been sitting here for a lifetime.

Perhaps it is boredom, or disinterest, or exhaustion, or longing for what is to come after, or perhaps it is a heightened awareness of things often ignored that makes the passage of time so keenly felt this morning. Whatever the reason for it, it seems that I have no other choice but to write about it... I've tried reading stories here, I've thought about posting something, and I've wandered around the internet but the only thing I seem capable of doing is rambling about the monotony that plagues me. I don't even know why I'm writing this. I don't know the point of making a thread about how irritated I feel by something so vague and ethereal. However, it seems to be the only thing I can set my mind to. Everything else I try to think about drifts back to the same feeling... Perhaps by venting and sharing my state of mind I secretly hope to be free of it. *sighs* Boredom really is a terribly thing in a young man's mind.

In a day that seems to have lasted an unbearably and immeasurable amount of time - still the same as any day - it is horrifying to sit here, even though I only have 2 hours before I can leave to get on with my life. I have plans for tonight... Passionate ones. My love and I have spent more time together then usually possible this week but we have been denied the opportunity to truly enjoy each other. Today is the day to make up for that. To arouse and satisfy a lust and longing that has tortured us for days, demanding to be answered but denied despite our own desires. Perhaps that is the heart of my current disconcert as I sit here - the expectation of things to come leaving the tedious plainness of my current state bare to my aching mind.

Well, with that, I think I'm going to leave you all wondering what the bloody hell I'm rambling about. In an attempt to salvage some purpose from this thread, does anyone else have any bleak existential ponderings they wouldn't mind committing to this mindful little community?

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MWXK

I suppose everyone has experienced this feeling many times in their life - the strange, unexplainable yet obvious awareness of time passing at different rates. There are countless axioms on the subject; "time flies when you're having fun," "a watched pot never boils," and so on. We've all had a beautiful, evanescent moment slip by all-to-quickly and a dull one lingers and drag on our consciousness when we wish so intently that it wouldn't. Today, I've become quite keenly aware of it... Today is a slow day. A long day. And yet it is not at all remarkably different from any other day. I awoke at the same time, followed the same routine, drove the same distance, arrived at work no earlier or later then usual, and I have done virtually the same work as any other day. Yet, for some reason that eludes my senses, it is barely 1:00 at the time I write this and it feels like I have been sitting here for a lifetime.

Perhaps it is boredom, or disinterest, or exhaustion, or longing for what is to come after, or perhaps it is a heightened awareness of things often ignored that makes the passage of time so keenly felt this morning. Whatever the reason for it, it seems that I have no other choice but to write about it... I've tried reading stories here, I've thought about posting something, and I've wandered around the internet but the only thing I seem capable of doing is rambling about the monotony that plagues me. I don't even know why I'm writing this. I don't know the point of making a thread about how irritated I feel by something so vague and ethereal. However, it seems to be the only thing I can set my mind to. Everything else I try to think about drifts back to the same feeling... Perhaps by venting and sharing my state of mind I secretly hope to be free of it. *sighs* Boredom really is a terribly thing in a young man's mind.

In a day that seems to have lasted an unbearably and immeasurable amount of time - still the same as any day - it is horrifying to sit here, even though I only have 2 hours before I can leave to get on with my life. I have plans for tonight... Passionate ones. My love and I have spent more time together then usually possible this week but we have been denied the opportunity to truly enjoy each other. Today is the day to make up for that. To arouse and satisfy a lust and longing that has tortured us for days, demanding to be answered but denied despite our own desires. Perhaps that is the heart of my current disconcert as I sit here - the expectation of things to come leaving the tedious plainness of my current state bare to my aching mind.

Well, with that, I think I'm going to leave you all wondering what the bloody hell I'm rambling about. In an attempt to salvage some purpose from this thread, does anyone else have any bleak existential ponderings they wouldn't mind committing to this mindful little community?

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