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  • Fuck time.

    Time has to be one of the worst inventions by man.

    I have spent many nights debating with friends the very nature of Time. I used to believe in it, I used to think it was a tangible force in the universe. But it's not, as much as an inch or a meter isn't real. It's a measurement, that is all. And what it's measuring is Entropy, a force that is very real. For some reason, I can live with Entropy. Things break down, things are built up by the deplenishment of resources, we stretch ourselves over too many things and eventually we. just. break.

    But Time....damn it. I didn't really start to become aware of the burden of Time until I was introduced, of all things, to Frontierville. That stupid Facebook game made me PAINFULLY aware of how the measurement of time affects us. The whole game is based around wasting your time...where every action after a while can take hours, days to wait for the effect. It was about managing your time. And it drove me batty.

    But when I quit the silly game and returned to my other online worlds, I began to realize the concept of "time management" was present there too. Anyone who plays online role-playing games (like World of Warcraft or Guild Wars) knows what I'm talking about. You count the minutes, seconds for your spent powers to "cool down." You follow the amount of time it takes to progress to the next level of the game. The amount of play time you have left on your paid up subscription to the service. Time it takes until the next game update. Suddenly, online gaming wasn't that much fun for me because I began measuring how much time I've spent playing the damn things.

    For a fun fact: My main Guild Wars character is 6 years old now. And according to the game records, I've played him for 2,025 hours of my life. And I've been on a hiatus for a while......

    So, my favorite hobby is no longer an escape to me like it used to be. It's become a festering time sink; even when I try not to track the points per hour and enjoy the moment....everything reminds me of the seconds counting down.

    And it makes me wonder about Time in other activities. We had a camp out not that long ago, and the weeks building up to it were ecstaticly slow. So much anticipation. The event came, and it was awesome. But then it was over, in a snap, and now the days go on and I find myself sighing, wishing I could just go back to those moments that I didn't want to end that night.

    Being painfully aware of time means being painfully aware of the temporary state of things. It makes you worry about how to preserve the moment, or when to plan this moment again later, instead of just _enjoying the damn moment._

    Fuck time. It's nothing but a reminder of our mortality. It's used for bill collecting, punishments, and superficial engagements.

    It's a shame society can't function with everyone just coming around on their own time.
    It's a shame that schedules put a damper on wonderful moments worth living for, instead of letting us have the time to savor and experience what matters most to us.
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