Loosing Track Of Time

There are moments where I feel I'm not sure of what day it is or the time. I mean, I will see the date on the calendar and the time on the clock, but it doesn't feel right. It doesn't feel like that – like the date and time it is. The days seem to be moving either too fast or too slow to the point where one day fades into the other without you even knowing. 

 Without you ever tell the difference. It often makes me feel confused or dazed or impatient, the latter when the days seem to drag by at a snail's pace. However, whether time seems to flash by like lightning or move at a slow pace, I always feel confused. I'm often left wondering how the day I thought it was is not that at all.

 For example, on the slower moving days, you keep checking the clock in restless impatience for an hour to pass yet it never does. You'll go do something in the hope that by the time you're done time will have passed and the one hour you've been waiting for will have reached. 

 Alas! When you're back the hour has not arrived, if time has moved it is only by five minutes. Yet it feels like your task took ample time. You keep checking the calendar wondering when Friday will reach you until you become bored, tired, and frustrated of checking time and the calendar and stop caring – you quit anticipating.

 The days drag on and melt into each other becoming one big clump of thickness like chocolate on a hot day. Every day seems identical. You lose track of time. Did you clean the house on Tuesday or Wednesday?

 Which day did you wear your favorite look which you wear often? Monday? No, that was on Wednesday. Wednesday was yesterday so today is Thursday, but why does it feel like a Friday? Someone may look at this and laugh however, that is the effect that slow days have on me and I hope I'm not the only one who feels this way.

 Maybe I am the only one who feels this way. Maybe I'm going slightly insane, that may explain why I'm losing track of time. Unless time speeds up and slows down of its own accord, but I know that is not really possible it is only my perception of time and its movement that is altered at the moment. 

 On the lightning-fast days, the weekends before it even began. You wake up on Monday and it's over and the next day has begun. You stumble through the days trying to find a footing and throughout the week you keep expressing how you thought it was a certain day, only to find you've been left behind. 

 Just as you think you're catching up, the week's end! You find it's the weekends and they too seem to flash. In both scenarios, you're left feeling confused. Confused at why the days are moving slow or why they're passing by like a freight train leaving you frazzled and dazed.

 I don't have a cure for this predicament of altered perception of time. The only answer I got from someone when I told them how slow time seemed to move was when I was in boarding school. It was a group of boys who were older than me. 

 I made that comment when we were waiting at the matron's and a group of primary students agreed. They were two boys actually so that's not a group, anyway, they said that when you keep busy time seems to move faster. 

 When you have more responsibility, more things to do, time will pass by quicker and you will wish you had more of it. This I came to experience for myself in eighth grade and high school so I know it is true what those two boys said.

 However, what about when you feel like time is passing too fast, what do you do then? Do you do fewer activities? It doesn't seem to matter what I do that train keeps moving and I can't slow it down. So, I have just come to the conclusion that I should just go with the flow of the current.

-Eventually, time goes back to its normal pace (at least that's how my brain sees it). My altered perception of time is returned to the normal perception – where time moves the way it should. Nothing seems too fast or slow it's just normal.