"I can't remember names and I can't remember faces."
Hi, I'm Mingo, and you are a lovely little sunbeam today. You're super awesome and cute. I hope you have a wonderful day! Let me know if you would like me to tag anything.
I’m having such an awesome practice session right now! We have this piece where I’m the only first clarinet, and there’s a section with a bunch of sixteenth note runs at about 144 beats per minute. So it’s super fast, and a lot of it is in the upper UPPER register of the clarinet, so I was having a lot of problems with that part. But I’m SO close to getting it at tempo. Like, I might be able to play it correctly at rehearsal tomorrow. I’m so proud of myself.
science side of Tumblr explain why the ride home always takes less time
okie dokie !! (please take a deep breath before reading this explanation, some existential horror about aging bout to happen)
firstly, you gotta know that time is all about perspective and although we have global measurement standards, time can be culturally defined. yeah, i know. it’s freaky deaky but basically? and actually? time is a social construct.
time to our brains is kinda interesting because when we are engaged in activities we enjoy, time passes quickly - but when your math class is dragging on, time lasts forever. why is this? there’s a lot of different theories here but two i favor strongly are the idea that being engaged in an activity means you’re not looking for signals of passing time - if you’re carefully stitching the last few seams on your Teletubbies cosplay, you’re not watching the sun set through your window. That’s why you can be on tumblr for like 6 hours and not realize: your brain is otherwise involved in something and is not directly processing environmental cues about time. the second theory is that some classes are actually a portals to hell and are here on this earth to give us mortals a taste of our inevitable end.
as we age, our perception of time changes as well. this is particularly odd to me, as at 21 i can literally feel my perception changing. i remember being in high school pretty well and what an hour felt like - and it’s a lot shorter now (a shout-out to all my 20-somethings? about a quarter of our life is already over. yep. yeah. yep. feel free to take a moment to think about that). this is because the amount of time we have for reference is getting higher. it’s kind of like how when you were 5, having ten bucks was like a big deal because you hadn’t really dealt with money. just like how you grew up to realize that 20 bucks is like one day of food, time passes faster because you’ve already experienced a great deal of it. scary scary!! but also kinda cool :)
ADDED BONUS ABOUT HOW FREAKY COOL OUR BRAINCAVES ARE!! hey guess what. guess what. every time you experience something ritualistic, your brain erases a little bit more of the memory of that individual experience from your longterm memory. what i mean by this is that the more you live through something routinely - like brushing your teeth, taking a certain path to school, etc - the less information from that routine gets stored in your brain. this is why you know how to tie a pair of shoes but you couldn’t explain it without thinking about it. the information is coded, but because it’s not important for you to have a memory of every time you’ve fixed the laces on your knee-high platform glitter converse, you don’t remember every time. and just like time, the older you get, the more this “routine blindness” occurs: you walk through the doors of your work with literally no idea how you got there.
TO ANSWER THE ORIGINAL QUESTION: it’s a combination of how we perceive time and routine!! :) once we have lived through something, the next time will appear to be shorter in contrast!! :)
"raquel i’m scared this post made me very uncomfortable about my own mortality like eventually things will fly by" yeah, maybe. but there will always be things you do remember, so take your time to make those out-of-routine memories while you’re young!! kiss her, kiss him, kiss them, don’t let it become routine. stop to pet the cat. eat cereal 5 times a day if you want. time is slow for us now, even if it feels like we have too much to do and not enough hours in the day. stop for a second and tell your best friend that they are the bomb diggity. it’s scary, and we’re getting older, but we’ll be okay. i know it. :)
hey babe *wraps you up in a blanket* i know today might have been hard for you *ruffles your hair* but you made it through the day *boops your nose* you’re doing such a good job *kisses your forehead* and i am so proud of you
"Luckily I have an ace up my sleeve!" I smirk and roll my sleeve up. A confused asexual rolls out, blinking in the sudden light.
me: hey i’m kinda good at this writing thing
*reads other people’s writing*
me: i am a literary potato
It’s not Adam and Steve, it’s Adam and STEPHEN. With a “P-H”.
It’s not Adam and Steve, it’s Adam and Kevin. Don’t get Adam started on Steve, he was the worst.
It’s not Adam and Steve, it’s Eve and Lilith.
It’s not Adam and Steve, it’s Adam and Carol and Ted and Alice.
It’s not Adam and Steve, I mean, it was at one point, but it’s Adam and Stephanie now. You didn’t hear?
It’s not Adam and Steve, it’s Eve. Just Eve. Happy by herself.
It’s not Adam and Steve, it’s eesh, look, I’ll date at some point but I’m just too busy right now. Give it time.
Mara Wilson (via tockwhoticks)