Tempus, and how it fugits

[grumpy_thomas]

Time passes, each and every human knows this, and to each it passes at a different rate, to some it must see, barely to move at all, to others, eternity is condensed into a moment. lives lived at such a rate that all is always new

Comments

[dawn_e_h]

Nice to see you're still around!!

You know I'd not actually considered that 2010 marks out another decade... how scary is that? Where did all that time go??

[grumpy_thomas]

If I only knew, what worries me is we're going to have to live in the Teenies, which is a stupid name for a decade. Naughties was bad enough.

[petulant_jane]

"People are fleeting, life transitory, all is lost, all is lost

[grumpy_thomas]

To address your points in semi-reverse order... I live with three other people in Brighton, but they are strangers, before that there were three other strangers, before that I lived in a hostel, which in many ways was nicer. I do not have a degree. I did a year and a half of law, but after the first year, where I discovered alcoholism, and the departure of everyone I knew from, incidentally, Reading University, I spend the latter half of 2004 perfecting alcoholism, but also reading, which I don't seem to do any more... Left in January 2005. I am somewhat scared that now I live with students, one of whom I spoke to for some time recently, and was asked variously whether pandas were extinct, whether dinosaurs ever existed and if they coexisted with humans, whether pandas ate baboons or bamboo, what out of Africa Theory was, and other disturbing questions. I'm not an elitist, but I've never really talked to someone who didn't know this kind of thing. At least I've never noticed. Perhaps I've just never known whom to talk to. I'm just

[petulant_jane]

ah, see in my books living not-with-your-family counts as living 'alone' since it constitutes living entirely on your own means. Financially I do this anyway. as does my family. on my means, that is. I am also more than capabale of doing things for myself, shopping, hoovering, washing up etc, not to mention for my family. so in fact, in my life as described so far, I pay to wash up. To some extent this is true, but ultimately what I'm paying for is not having to live on my own means emotionally or socially. I will probably quite literally only leave here over my mother's cold dead body because between one thing and another over the last decade my suspiscion that I am the kind of monster that only a mother could consistently love has petrified along with my stone cold heart. so, like, my heart is like a fossil of my own self-loathing yeah? that is like such a deep simile. Or possibly metaphor. Depends how you interpret the second 'like'. In any case, by extension of my extreme disdain for my own failure to leave home I respect all

[grumpy_thomas]

It's been so long since my parents were together I can't remember what it was like, argumentative I think. I can't stand living with my mother now, more than an hour or two is enough to drive me insane. Lived with her for a while, she was drunk during the day, I was drunk during the night. I had to lock my wine up in the morning. Don't cope well with her being around. Can't stand to live with family. For so long I saw no way out, then accident happened, I ended up living in a hostel for four months in a room with three other people, only half of whom were really psychotic, now live in a dodgy landlord house. Bit like Alexei Sayle from The Young Ones, but less intelligible. And Turkish