Isn't it odd how time escape us? how years escape us? how simple time suddenly becomes lost into a plethora of weeks, months, years ago. When we catch ourselves fessing up to moments that have suddenly flown the co op, it’s almost frightening.

It’s strange how we grasp onto time to ail our bones, when in fact time is such a harsh concept.

I love catching up. When time has flown by and suddenly you realize how long it’s been since you’ve had a dose of a friend, a gin and tonic, a poker night, or a scrabble game; maybe even an orgasm. It’s funny how it all suddenly dawns on us and conversations get side tracked due to what other events took place around that similar time. Who we were with, what we were into, and who we disliked adamantly.

When it comes to time and where it stands I love the sentences that need to be corrected because of simple lapses in judgment.

“I had really long hair up until about two years ago.. wait, I was fifteen when I cut it. WOW, five years ago.“

When moments like these come and swing by it’s mind boggling how we’ve simply lost our grasp with time. How we’ve allowed the years to just dissipate into a black hole of days and hours.

Then we realize who we’ve lost, or given up on. How different we feel, look, act. Time comes and slaps us in the face. Showing us the errors of our ways. Or how we were right on the money all along.

I’m even more perplexed how we grasp onto time. How we glorify and finalize sentences and even our lives because of it.

“We’ve been together for ten years, he can’t do this to me.“

“I’ve been doing this for eight years.“

How we judge happiness based on time and how we all find a way to procrastinate because of it.

The theory that after five years of marriage everything is just easy and a cake walk.

How two years of college merits a mini degree.

At eighteen someone becomes an adult.

How only a week of rest can cure the common cold.

Time heals all wounds.

All theories and beliefs relative to time..

But we are comfortable rationalizing moments in time. Placing our actions in something else’s hands. Blaming, escaping, and getting lost in eras.

” I was twenty, what did you expect?“

I think it’s something to think about. It’s a beautiful, baffling thing.