Time is a malleable commodity.:
- Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock with relentless precision as measured by the clock.
- Too fast or too slow as measured by human perception
More places close and permissible group size shrinks in direct proportion to the viral spread of COVID-19. Many of us have reached the whiney kid stage, “Are we there yet? Are we there yet?” Other than drawing some hopeful inferences about what is happening in China and Japan, no one knows when There is and what There will look like.
I’ve been thinking a lot about the countless people that were in hiding during WWII. Their enforced confinement was harsher than most of us will have to endure–insufficient clothing/food/heat and death or concentration camps if discovered. The volunteers that aided them were in danger of imprisonment at best.
Compared to that, staying at home with access to sufficient food and water, heat and air conditioning, books, computers, television, Internet, radio, music, and streaming services, doesn’t seem so bad. If anyone has literally died of boredom, I’m not aware of it.
In an attempt to keep some perspective, I tried to find a downloadable copy of The Diary of Anne Frank at my local library. No such luck. Then I typed the title into the Internet, expecting to be taken to Amazon or Barnes and Noble. I found a link to a PDF of The Diary of a Yong Girl: Definitive Edition, edited by Otto H. Frank and Mirjam Pressler, translated by Susan Massotty.
So, when does time pass too slowly? (This is a personal opinion.)
- Listening to pundits debate what will happen next.
- Watching an official brag or complain about how good/bad things are.
- Wondering how good or bad the economy will be when this too shall pass.
- Avoiding chores I should be doing.
When does time pass too quickly?
- Listening to an audio book.
- Time away from home.
- Thinking of and writing my next blog post.
- Sleeping at night.
What is your perspective on mandated social distancing?