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Incompetence in Action
Apr. 2nd, 2010 12:04 amFact: I have no internal clock. No, really. My sense of time, absent any external measure, is non-existent. I've never been able to accurately say if it's been ten minutes or twenty or closer to an hour (this would be why I'm an obsessive clock-watcher, especially in class or when I've got an appointment). I have to check my phone to know what the date is, and if I've ever asked you the day of the week, it's because I honestly wasn't sure.
With macro-time (ie, anything longer than 24 hours), I generally don't think in concrete absolute divisions so much as abstract associations - I usually define days by their events, or the places I am, or their relation to other days. It used to drive my dad crazy when I was in high school, because he is...well, he's an accountant. Very black and white, just the facts, everything can be expressed with a linear formula thinker. And I would try to argue with him that when we had long weekends off from school, that made Thursday in fact Friday, because the only essential quality of Friday was that it was the last day of work before the weekend started. Monday is always the first day of the week, whether or not it's actually a Tuesday. That sort of thing.
I swear there's a point to this, aside from me being crazy. Last quarter, I had section on Friday afternoons, and a discussion section due to my TA the night before. This quarter, my schedule's all different, and I don't have anything after my section on Thursday night, and because of that, my sense of time is all screwed up. Between that and changing my work schedule for the first time in months, I pretty much haven't known what day it was since Monday. Which would be why I spent the last six hours thinking it was Friday and wondering if someone shipped off the freshmen for the weekend without telling me.
Sometimes I think it's really amazing I've lasted this long.
With macro-time (ie, anything longer than 24 hours), I generally don't think in concrete absolute divisions so much as abstract associations - I usually define days by their events, or the places I am, or their relation to other days. It used to drive my dad crazy when I was in high school, because he is...well, he's an accountant. Very black and white, just the facts, everything can be expressed with a linear formula thinker. And I would try to argue with him that when we had long weekends off from school, that made Thursday in fact Friday, because the only essential quality of Friday was that it was the last day of work before the weekend started. Monday is always the first day of the week, whether or not it's actually a Tuesday. That sort of thing.
I swear there's a point to this, aside from me being crazy. Last quarter, I had section on Friday afternoons, and a discussion section due to my TA the night before. This quarter, my schedule's all different, and I don't have anything after my section on Thursday night, and because of that, my sense of time is all screwed up. Between that and changing my work schedule for the first time in months, I pretty much haven't known what day it was since Monday. Which would be why I spent the last six hours thinking it was Friday and wondering if someone shipped off the freshmen for the weekend without telling me.
Sometimes I think it's really amazing I've lasted this long.
