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Delineation, and Habits, and some other stuff.

09 July 201009:29AMintrospection

Hey! This post is really old. You should take it with a grain of salt.

This is going to be another one of those ranty posts. Well, maybe not. Maybe more of a one of those musing-y posts. But whatever.

One of the most interesting things, I think, that happens during the holidays is that you lose all sense of the passage of time. You're always vaguely aware of it, but it didn't really come to my attention until I got up this morning and realise "Holy crap it's Friday already." I think a lot of this has to do with how people measure time. Sure, you can count seconds, but eventually you're going to get distracted. You end up relying on the passing of events rather than the actual passing of time to tell how much time has passed. During term time, or 'the weeks of hellish fury' as I like to call them, this isn't a problem, because time is subdivided into hour long bits and the day is cut into five of them and the week has 5 weekdays and 2 weekend-days (that really needs a better name... I went to write weekends, but realised that wasn't a word). And that's good. You need to know the time, so you aren't late, and you need to know the date (or at least what day it is) so you know which periods you need to go to and, more importantly, how many more days of torment until the weekend.

In the holidays? You don't.

You don't need to know the time, cause you have nothing to be late for. You don't need to know the date, cause you have no timetable. You don't have to go to bed, because you have nothing to do tomorrow, and you don't have to get up early because you don't have to be out of bed by 6:55 in order to beat your brother to the shower cause if you don't there won't be any hot water left (which appears, incedentally, in my case to have functioned as some kind of classical conditioning to train my body clock to an almost microsecond accurate precision, because cold shower in winter = very not fun.) Hence, you have nothing to measure time by, or at least nothing you're used to, and so after the first weekend when any semblance of structure disappears days start to devolve into some kind of seamless gloopy mush which just flows past in lumps and spurts like some kind of hideously polluted river until holy crap it's Friday already.

At the same time, structure (or maybe it's just habit) reasserts itself in the strangest places. Or maybe it never left. Suddenly, despite most weekends during the term being emptier than... well, something very empty, they're full with loads of events, cause hey it's the holidays and you can stay up late and stuff- but only the weekends. Nobody organises anything on weekdays despite them being available and even more empty, because probably of some ground-in associations of the weekend as being when everyone's available for leisure activities... which makes sense, in the term, but not at all in the holidays. So that's interesting too.

A few (totally unrelated) other things:

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