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All this week people have been saying to me "I can't believe it's the end of May already" and I have absolutely no idea what they mean. Time does not move fast or slow to me. It goes at the pace that it goes. Always has. Nothing that didn't actually occur yesterday feels like yesterday. 10 years ago feels like 10 years ago. 5 months ago feels like 5 months ago. Why does everyone else feel this weird waxing and waning of time?? I also don't understand the emotion that I think must accompany the somehow unexpected arrival of a time that has been preset on the calendar. Are they regreteful that it's late May in ...late May? Or are they pleased? Are they anxious? Sad? Mad? Glad? Bad?

There's a saying that the days are long but the years are short, but I don't know that means either. The days are shorter than the years. What do you meaaannn??

The only thing that takes me aback is other people's children's ages sometimes, but that's because but for a select handful of children I care a lot about (and keep close track of) I frankly DGAF about the said children, so their development is something I don't pay attention to. I just forget their existence, frankly, until I'm trying to make small talk with the parent/coworker, and then I'm like, Oh, so, that person is in 8th grade now? Cool. But even realizing that the person I last remember hearing was a cute little kid is now in puberty doesn't make me feel like time moves fast. It just makes me realize, I forgot this person who isn't important to me existed at all.