It is very easy to play with Time online. The problem is forgetting when you played with it.
Oh, and thanks to the smart ass who posted this,
Tumblr said...We'll get right on that for ya Caitlin.
I mean hell, writing a few lines of code to completely change the interface of world wide website is the least we can do to appease someone who has done so much to advance the knowledge of bending time and space. We are truly humbled and welcome any further changes you require. When you return from the past perhaps you can bring Albert Einstein because you have obviously been having lunch with him or something.This idea is just to brilliant!
Albert Einstein said...Actually, Caitlin and I will return soon, the tumblr "ask" button as inspired my next work. Caitlin will be helping me develop my new "Theory of irrelvantivity."
I really hope this isn't from someone from Tumblr, because one, I wasn't dissing the site in anyway, and two, I wasn't expecting anyone to see my thoughts and then go and change the whole site. If I expected that I would have been an asshole and posted it on Tumblr.
It's not like I'm bitching about a few users posting too many answers, other people have expressed interest in a filter. Do they expect it from Tumblr? No, well, at least the ones I talk to do not expect an immediate or drastic change, or any change at all.
I also don't like the idea that someone from Tumblr would write with bad grammar, this goes for Albert Einstein, too.
Back to Time, I've been having trouble with it lately. I've been messing with it, yes, but I'm also having trouble keeping up with it. My schedule, or at least, an appropriate schedule to live by (since I don't think I've ever had one) is in complete disarray, and I am completely falling behind on keeping up with day-to-day life. This includes, sleep, clean clothes, work, social life, etc.
I'm in such a bad place right now. I am unhappy with my living situation, I'm almost always broke or about to be broke or am just not doing anything with money so that I don't become broke (this means I am not taking classes for any of the interests that would make me happy) and I hate, hate, hate my work. And I don't care who sees this. I love helping the people do exciting things, things that bring a smile to their face or give them a memory to hold on to, even if there is some bullshit that goes down from agency to client, etc, but other than personally enjoying the success of others, I hate sitting at my desk all day, I hate being so depresssed all the time so that I can barely get up in the morning because I don't want to sit at my desk all day, and I really don't think a trip to the therapist, some pills and acknowledging the fact that "lots of people do jobs they don't like" is going to improve anything.
For one thing, these people receive money steadily to do things they want to do OR they work shift work, meaning that they are done by 5pm and that's it, oh and they have hard-ass bosses who set deadlines for them, instead of leaving unhappy young adults to drown in the amount of work they have to do with the distractions of "the life they want" showing up every second in the form of buildings, people, films, books... Tumblr, even. :)
I love New York and all that I want is here but I don't have any freedom. Even when I do things right and am given freedom, the restrictions of my "key" to being here does not allow me to do anything about it. There is always school, yes, but I'm only just starting to figure out exactly what I want to study. It's taken so long because I keep getting so darn distracted by everything else.
Whine, whine, whine, whatever. I know that I have no real problems but I'd rather be struggling at what I love than struggling at what I hate.
So, what does this have to do with Time? I've just never seen it go so slowly and so quickly before. I've never felt the minutes slip away quite as much as I have over this past year. There have been some great developments in some parts of my life this year, but those few joyous nights or moments are greatly outweighed by days, frozen, watching the room glow from dark to light to dark again and hating every minute of it.
