Time goes by so fast. In the grand scheme, I mean, and not the little day-to-day stuff. I used to love this song off the ‘She’s Having A Baby’ soundtrack, called “Haunted; When the Minutes Drag”. It was a great tune, but really, it was the title that sold me. I have a weakness for potent titles, in general. Days drag ass, but years just fly by, before you can count them. No, it doesn’t make sense, but it still happens. Especially, once you’ve reached a certain age.
For me, time started acting up right around the day I turned 25. Now, without warning, and hardly a glance, I find myself knocking at the door of 30. Before I know it, I’ll be 40, watching my daughter go through the painstaking process of puberty. Go ahead, say that five times fast, I dare ya. Another blink of the eye and I’ll be 50, putting her into some fancy college I’ll have to take out a second mortgage just to pay for. A few minutes after that, I’ll be pushing sixty, marrying her off and watching my grandchildren born and grow. Then, at last, in no time at all, I’ll be dead enough to leave a legacy of my bones as bug food.
I guess we get weirder as we get older, too.
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