Left a fortnight between posts. Again. You know why?
BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE TIME!!! As I get older, what little of it I am allotted per day is being condensed down into hours that feel like seconds; seconds that swirl rapidly down the plughole into oblivion faster than I can say "Agh!" It's fucking terrifying.
As kids, we don't believe our parents/grand parents/that old creep at the bus stop that time goes from "God, I'm so BORED" to "OhmyfuckingGod STOP!! I WANT TO GET OFF!!" in no time at all. Great nights out that I reminisce about experiencing "a few months ago" are coming up on my Timehop app as being at their second anniversary.
Kebabgate was how long ago??
Big life events like leaving school, graduating and learning to drive? I don't even want to count how far back those things are. Oh! Oh! And that marathon I "just" ran? About a year and a half ago.
I'm hyperventilating here at the flash forward I've just had of me, five years from now, reading this exact post and thinking "but I only wrote this last week! What is this black magic?" It's just...ugh!
As I'm hurtling through my life at Delorean speed (actually, maybe more like warp speed...didn't the Delorean only go to 66mph? And it went back in time mostly. Not forward. Terrible metaphor, Becky. Sort it out. God), you'd have though I'd be a bit of an expert in prioritizing my most precious commodity in this wink of existence that is my life.
So, am I any good at it? I'll let you be the judge of that one.
I present to you a list of what I do not have time for vs what I do. Happy judging:
What I do not have time for
1. Ironing -I really hope I'm not alone in this. I buy my clothes based on whether or not I can get away with not ironing them because who wants to waste an hour of their day applying hot metal to fabric? Not me. Handy tip: stretchy, dark clothes are the best, because even if they're more creased than your great nan's elbows (heh. You thought I was going to say worse then elbows, didn't you? Filth), you can stretch them right out! The clothes, not the elbows. Don't think your Nana would appreciate you tugging her excess skin this way and that.
2. Cooking actual food - I had a toastie for dinner tonight. Cheese and ham. And then I ate some celery out of a bag. I am trying to get better at the whole eating for actual, usable nutrition thing (like wot functioning grown-ups do)...I bought Lean in 15. I fry the meats with the vegetables a couple of times a week. But mostly, I settle for the convenient. The cheese and onion sandwich with the side order of cheese and onion crisps. The cheese pastie. Cheese on toast. Basically, I have no time for any food that isn't cheese.
3. Cleaning - I have a cat, a dog and a grown man who sheds more hair than the animals put together, so technically, I should be cleaning my house at least three times more than someone living alone. Nah. Instead, I glower at the fluff of mixed origins gathering between my toes, swear venomously at the dust that's piling up on every surface and chastise my belongings for not putting themselves away. Then, in a fit of superhuman productivity (i.e when I've got something more pressing that I need to do that isn't cleaning), I will tornado round the house with a cleaning implement attached to each limb and smugly inform my boyfriend that I am better than him and he is lazy because "look how much I bloody well do around this place while you're sat there! I'm a saint. A SAINT!!"
4. Coming up with neat blogging lists that end on nice numbers like 5 and 10 (as opposed to ending abruptly on weird ones like 4).
What I do have time for
1. Talking (*cough* blogging *cough*) about all the things I don't have time to do - I have a pile of dishes to do, food shopping to gather and a dog to walk. But...here I am! Taa-daa...
2. Sleeping - Anyone who's read this blog before will know I'm an expert napper. I sleep like a performing acrobat on hallucinogenics (surprised I've not woken up on the ceiling yet), so naturally, my body feels that it's important to prioritize replenishing zzz's wherever possible. Even if that is mid conversation at Andy's parents' house or when I'm sitting on the bed, about to put some socks on "to go to that important thing."
3. Listing all the things that "I'll just do tomorrow." - This magical place called "tomorrow" is somewhere where Future Me is going to conquer the cleaning, the work load, the washing and the world! It is a place of wonder. A place of productivity. A place where pigs might fucking fly.
4. My phone - Just had a thought. What if time isn't getting faster, but instead phone apps are getting more absorbing? Absorbing your attention, your time, your sense of reality... I'm sure I had a whole extra hour in the day before Pokemon Go came along. Oh my God, that's it! Quick, burn all the phones! They are the vacuums into which our hours and days go to die! Let us free ourselves from this electronic, wireless monkey cage! Let us...ooh, a text! BRB.
BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE TIME!!! As I get older, what little of it I am allotted per day is being condensed down into hours that feel like seconds; seconds that swirl rapidly down the plughole into oblivion faster than I can say "Agh!" It's fucking terrifying.
As kids, we don't believe our parents/grand parents/that old creep at the bus stop that time goes from "God, I'm so BORED" to "OhmyfuckingGod STOP!! I WANT TO GET OFF!!" in no time at all. Great nights out that I reminisce about experiencing "a few months ago" are coming up on my Timehop app as being at their second anniversary.
Kebabgate was how long ago??
Big life events like leaving school, graduating and learning to drive? I don't even want to count how far back those things are. Oh! Oh! And that marathon I "just" ran? About a year and a half ago.
My sentiments exactly, year-ago me.
I'm hyperventilating here at the flash forward I've just had of me, five years from now, reading this exact post and thinking "but I only wrote this last week! What is this black magic?" It's just...ugh!
As I'm hurtling through my life at Delorean speed (actually, maybe more like warp speed...didn't the Delorean only go to 66mph? And it went back in time mostly. Not forward. Terrible metaphor, Becky. Sort it out. God), you'd have though I'd be a bit of an expert in prioritizing my most precious commodity in this wink of existence that is my life.
So, am I any good at it? I'll let you be the judge of that one.
I present to you a list of what I do not have time for vs what I do. Happy judging:
What I do not have time for
1. Ironing -I really hope I'm not alone in this. I buy my clothes based on whether or not I can get away with not ironing them because who wants to waste an hour of their day applying hot metal to fabric? Not me. Handy tip: stretchy, dark clothes are the best, because even if they're more creased than your great nan's elbows (heh. You thought I was going to say worse then elbows, didn't you? Filth), you can stretch them right out! The clothes, not the elbows. Don't think your Nana would appreciate you tugging her excess skin this way and that.
2. Cooking actual food - I had a toastie for dinner tonight. Cheese and ham. And then I ate some celery out of a bag. I am trying to get better at the whole eating for actual, usable nutrition thing (like wot functioning grown-ups do)...I bought Lean in 15. I fry the meats with the vegetables a couple of times a week. But mostly, I settle for the convenient. The cheese and onion sandwich with the side order of cheese and onion crisps. The cheese pastie. Cheese on toast. Basically, I have no time for any food that isn't cheese.
3. Cleaning - I have a cat, a dog and a grown man who sheds more hair than the animals put together, so technically, I should be cleaning my house at least three times more than someone living alone. Nah. Instead, I glower at the fluff of mixed origins gathering between my toes, swear venomously at the dust that's piling up on every surface and chastise my belongings for not putting themselves away. Then, in a fit of superhuman productivity (i.e when I've got something more pressing that I need to do that isn't cleaning), I will tornado round the house with a cleaning implement attached to each limb and smugly inform my boyfriend that I am better than him and he is lazy because "look how much I bloody well do around this place while you're sat there! I'm a saint. A SAINT!!"
4. Coming up with neat blogging lists that end on nice numbers like 5 and 10 (as opposed to ending abruptly on weird ones like 4).
What I do have time for
1. Talking (*cough* blogging *cough*) about all the things I don't have time to do - I have a pile of dishes to do, food shopping to gather and a dog to walk. But...here I am! Taa-daa...
2. Sleeping - Anyone who's read this blog before will know I'm an expert napper. I sleep like a performing acrobat on hallucinogenics (surprised I've not woken up on the ceiling yet), so naturally, my body feels that it's important to prioritize replenishing zzz's wherever possible. Even if that is mid conversation at Andy's parents' house or when I'm sitting on the bed, about to put some socks on "to go to that important thing."
3. Listing all the things that "I'll just do tomorrow." - This magical place called "tomorrow" is somewhere where Future Me is going to conquer the cleaning, the work load, the washing and the world! It is a place of wonder. A place of productivity. A place where pigs might fucking fly.
4. My phone - Just had a thought. What if time isn't getting faster, but instead phone apps are getting more absorbing? Absorbing your attention, your time, your sense of reality... I'm sure I had a whole extra hour in the day before Pokemon Go came along. Oh my God, that's it! Quick, burn all the phones! They are the vacuums into which our hours and days go to die! Let us free ourselves from this electronic, wireless monkey cage! Let us...ooh, a text! BRB.
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