The common denominator in what I thought up for my response seems to be “fun”. Usually anything involving fun makes time fly. Time flies when you’re having fun.
Back when I used to have time to binge watch shows, I lost track of time. Downton Abbey, Call the Midwife and Six Feet Under, just to name a few.
Of course reading probably exceeds watching tv, in terms of losing track of time. When I find a really good book, which isn’t often, I literally find it hard to put it down and will finish in a twenty-four hour period. Educated by Tara Westover comes to mind.
Sitting down here to write also causes time to speed up for some reason. Forty-five minutes goes by like ten.
I imagine being at a spa would cause the same effect, although I’ve not been to one before. Shopping also makes time fly, unfortunately. I’m trying to be less consumer driven but it’s hard, I like stuff.
Why does pleasure have to feel like fast forward while something like being at the dentist takes place in slow motion? There must be a reason.
Being at someone’s house for a meal where they’re serving something you really don’t like but feel forced to eat also really makes time drag. It’s funny how those moments stick with you. I recall a sleepover at my best friend’s house and for dessert after supper her mom served rice pudding containing raisins. Raisins are one of the foods I detest most in the world. My best friend knew this and thought it hilarious to watch me squirm in my chair.
Another time I was with my older sister and her boyfriend at his parents, I was in junior high probably at this time too and his dad’s wife made soup and salmon sandwiches for lunch. Canned salmon, the kind with the nasty little crunchy bones in it. Some people pick them out I guess, I don’t know but she didn’t. Ughhh it was the nastiest most disgusting thing to have in my mouth. I think I just swallowed with minimal mastication. Yuck.
I swear, in those moments time seems to completely stop.
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