Sunday, October 5, 2014

Time not mine

Even a broken clock is right twice a day, unless you remember time is a social construct of human design, given importance so to mask our fear of the perpetual unknown and one of many authoritative boundaries that reinforces our desire to be harnessed. Or - it makes it easier to meet up for coffee.

I managed to escape the dependance of needing a watch or time and alarms, not sure why, but even though I've almost always worked from early mornings to late afternoon if I tell myself to wake up at 6am I always wake up within a few minutes without a problem. When I had an alarm in High School I'd always wake up about 12 minutes before the alarm went off, then curse myself because I could have had more sleep. I also routinely forget how old I am, not as in "oh I'm turning 25 again.." but more like I think I'm over 40 now,.... and I have to count on my fingers to figure it out. 

The reaction I get from most folks after I tell them this usually breaks two ways: one is that I get a lecture about not taking life seriously and that's why you... (insert some description of what isn't considered successful here) - the other is: Yeah I wish I could be a free spirit like that, but I've got to.... (insert some martyr-ish claptrap about how demands of others/work/life have them trapped). No biggie, it is what it is and I was raised by hippie wolves so I can howl and dance around the fire as well as have a perfect attendance record no matter how late I stayed up watching Blade Runner for the thousandth time. You learn, you live.

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