Anyone would think it had been a long week! Time has a strange way of skipping along without concern; and there you are with it in it; a part of it too, until one day you wake up and think about it! Then it’s like ~ where did the time GO?! Clear and not so clear memories jostle with one another while you try to figure this out but there is no satisfactory answer! Time is it’s own dictator and we are mere underlings who are run by it’s forceful motion. Time either drags, or it rushes along so fast you feel you won’t have enough time to DO anything!
I have someone who chats with me on a regular basis. The main topic is usually time, and not having enough of it! I suppose it’s a strange thing that this is only now making itself felt in any way in my world, because for years and years I had so much time I remained largely unconcerned! Oh there was just one time I recall very clearly, when I became momentarily agitated on the subject of time, and age. There was this New Zealander; Marci and she was connected to me via the job I was doing at the time.
There must have been some curiosity about me, because one day, she scrunched up her face up in a concentrated kind of way, head tilted to one side, while her rather beady brown eyes looked directly into mine, she said
” How old ARE you?…” I was so surprised I went blank for a moment. But then I realised that it was not simply surprise that silenced my tongue! It was because it had been such a long time since I’d given any thought to anything to do with age that I was unable to answer! I was not sure! I really had to stop and think, and do a workout in my noggin! I gave back look for look, while her eyes remained glued to mine, and suddenly I announced that I was 34! She looked back in disbelief! Her wicked brown eyes registered this reaction, and she began giving me a lecture about time, and running out of time and what was I doing?! I concluded she was referring to being on the ‘shelf’ being single as it were, and she was lecturing me on how important it was to get going!
Until that moment, I doubt I’d had any thought whatsoever on the subject of age, marriage, or anything along those lines! I had simply been too busy for the last 5 years of my life having been working 24/7 – volunteer work. When I say 24/7 it was the kind of work that took so much time off the usual time, that you were almost set free of time all together! I mean, the usual routine of life was on another path, and I was on this one which demanded so much of my attention it was like all those other considerations became unimportant! So I really had given no thought at all to those issues – and it was great! But now that my colleague had brought up the subject, it had awoken a strange and reluctant view on things!
I can still see the look of disagreement in her expression: she didn’t believe me! Oh dear. Well put it down to modern times or whatever, I know I didn’t look my age! For example, when I was about 22, I was working in town, and this particular afternoon I’d been delayed leaving work for home, so I was about to walk up Martin Place when I spied the bus – my bus – coming along the top of Elizabeth street! So I took off like a bullet! Now I’d always been able to run. It didn’t matter what I was wearing; as it happened on the day, I had high-heeled ‘platform’ shoes on! I sprinted up Martin place tore across the road, and got onto that bus! The driver, pop-eyed, must have witnessed my run, said to me ” Hey! Are you in our Olympics?!” I chucked but proceeded to pay my fare… One adult to Bondi Beach!
He gazed back at me, then at my hand holding the correct change, and then asked “Is that half fare?” .. He thought (he said) that I was about 16 years old! He thought I was a school kid! I had to laugh! I chucked again, telling him I was full fare, and paid and took my seat! It’s experiences like that which made me aware I didn’t really look my age. Apparently it followed me through my twenties into my thirties as well. In fact, it wasn’t until recent times when illness struck that I looked anything like my age!
So time, time and age, experiences and how one looks and all those things were once something I paid little attention to. It strikes me that I was better off when I had no attention on it at all! Now that I’m aware of it, I find it a bit annoying! I don’t particularly want to think on it all the time. I’ve known as I said at the start of my post, people who think of nothing else it dogs their conversations and thoughts all the time! I think I’d rather let it be; and simply get on with things that need sorting, or whatever! The week rushed by and now Friday is on it’s way to the evening phase and I’m content. Let time roll by, while I live and let live. To me, it’s the best way! I hope you enjoy a wonderful break over the weekend.