Think of a clock. Not a digital one. One with a second hand. Not a second hand as in the second of two hands. A second hand to delineate the passing of seconds. Maybe known by some as a third hand?
Let me restart. Think of a clock but without the minute or hour hands. Just the second (as in the denoting of time) hand. Now you have your clock. Adorn it with pretty ideograms for numbers. Now, can you count to sixty and imagine for every second that you count, the second hand moves approximately one-sixtieth degrees around your clock.
You probably didn’t do this. If you did, you probably would have noticed that it felt like longer than a minute.
I’ll set this out another way. If you were anything like me, during your school days you must remember taking furtive glances at the clock on the wall. Do you remember thinking half an hour must have gone and then feeling dismayed when you see only ten minutes had gone?
Conversely, doing your exams. You think you have ages left and then, much to your chi grin, see that you have only five minutes left, and you still haven’t even started the long-form question inAlbert Camus’ L’Etranger in your French A-level exam. While that may not have been your exact situation , I shall assume you get my drift. And that is that time passes slowly when you wish that it passed quickly. And time passes quickly when you want it to pass slowly. Except it doesn’t. Of course it doesn’t. We all know it is entirely psychological.
Back to my clock analogy. Imagine counting those sixty seconds. Do it again sixty times. Then again 1040 times. Then imagine you had to do those sixty seconds 189,280 times. Seems like an awful lot of seconds.
That was an ineloquent way of expressing how time passes for me. Slowly. Like a snail with no foot. A big fat bulbus slug making its way up a hot, oily pipe.
Well, I have now mastered the power to slow down time on a perennial basis. I spend much of the day lying on my bed staring at nothing and thinking about nothing you want to hear about. Wishing for time to pass. Any stimulation just pisses me off and most of the time I don’t even mind the wallow.
It has been sixteen days since I had my surgery and it has felt I have been this way for months. I would pay good (all of my) money to be knocked unconscious for two months and be fed through tubes and have one of those machines that turn you over so you don’t get clots. How that sound like the life for me. I have enquired, but perhaps unsurprisingly it is not something offered by the NHS, or any private healthcare institution.
On the note of private healthcare, I’d like to make a shout out to my private healthcare insurance provider, AXA PPP. Thanks for refusing to pay for any CBT sessions and thanks for refusing to pay for anything related to my pain, because they don’t fund “chronic conditions”. If this is litigious, do you really think I care? AXA: you’re shit. And NHS? Still waiting! Our poor NHS. So little money and so many sick people. It’s doomed to becoming an emergency-only service in the coming decade or so. I am on the urgent list and still have to wait months for treatment. Imagine if you were having to wait for elective treatment. Well actually five million people don’t have to imagine as they have been waiting over a year for treatment. The saddest part is that if you can afford it, you can get treatment for, let’s say a hip replacement, the following week. For the same treatment under the NHS, you’d be looking at waiting two or three years. Isn’t it great to see how fair society is becoming?! Gone are the days that Etonians stroll the halls of power! Gone are the days that contracts are given out to the chums of ministers! Gone are the days that white classically educate men (hello) dominate the highest paid positions of the always egality-driven financial services industry. While there may be more ethnicities and regional representations in both financial and political spheres, it’s still the same.
Turns out I didn’t apprise you on how to slow down time. I suppose I can summarise it to you in three simple steps:
Think about things In the future that you want now
Think about how what you are doing right now is what you really don’t want to be doing
Think about the past and all the good memories and sour them with the knowledge that they will never happen again
Based on my experience, doing these as concurrently as possible will ensure you psychologically a long and unhappy life. Which is what we all crave, in the end.
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man, i love this song. i created an edit of two concerts i stitched together to make a comparison of how much will's stage presence (and vocals) have improved! these concerts have a 4year gap.
kay póp fans when i tell them most of their idols are industry plants and just because they looked at each other for 1 second doesn't mean they're in love