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january 23, 1996: time warp
what is it about time?
why do i feel like i never have enough time?
i am always busy, doing things, ... usually things i feel like i have to do.
usually i enjoy these things i am doing.
for example, i am enjoying sitting here writing about time. but i am
knowing, at the same time, that i really don't have the time to spare to sit
here and write about time.
there are always so many more things i want to do than i have time to do
before i am so exhausted that i have no choice but to sleep.
i hate that.
sheesh, i cannot imagine being bored!
and, this whole "age" thing.
i keep freaking out about 20-year-olds out here pulling 70-hour work weeks
and 28-year-olds who are CEOs of companies worth millions of dollars. of
kids from my freshman dorm appearing in tons of publications ... i think
i'm so old!
but i just as well might be 20. i look 20. i feel 20. i have accomplished
about as much in my so-called chosen profession as the typical 20-year old.
people say i look 20 and act 20.
why do we attach value to the age of person? is a person's age always
indicative of the quantity of experience a person has had?
i think, that when i was age 20, i might have slept with more people than
most people have in a lifetime. did that make me a 30-year-old, at least,
in terms of casual sex?
i dunno. but i do tend to think it is close to impossible to write or talk
about things without having experienced them, at least a little. when i see
people younger than me complaining about being unhappy, i want to scream:
you ain't seen nothing yet!
and i know that i haven't really seen nothin' yet either.
or maybe not.
perhaps time will tell.
or, if you must, back to Rebecca's Revenge
Copyright 1996 Rebecca Eisenberg mars@bossanova.com