I can't believe I'm starting this, as a topic, but I'm sincerely interested if any one else is experiencing strange phenomenon regarding time....
Like I'll sometimes be really obsessed with time, and keep looking at it (on my phone) and maybe 30 minutes to 1 hour would have passed and I would have thought 2 to 3 hours.
Then other times, I'll think that only an hour has passed since I sat on the couch - and like 4 hours have passed.
I've been finding odd things lately that I lost last year - an example being a joint I had rolled and put in a little plastic holder last year as I was waiting for Steph to come down. She came down, I'd been walking outside, and it was lost. dang. I just knew ( but wouldn't have sworn on a bible, but still thought strongly) I lost it outside. I HAD to lose it out there, I thought... Whatever - even less chance of finding it again, I thought.
The other week, after I'd been sweeping the kitchen floor and fiddling around, I happened to look down at the kitchen floor - and saw this..thing...in the middle of the floor. I bent over, got it - and there it was - the joint I'd rolled about a year ago in its little plastic container.
There's been other stuff, but that is the first thing to come to mind. As funky stuff happens, I'll add it...but I'm mostly interested in hearing about any body else's experiences.
Like I'll sometimes be really obsessed with time, and keep looking at it (on my phone) and maybe 30 minutes to 1 hour would have passed and I would have thought 2 to 3 hours.
Then other times, I'll think that only an hour has passed since I sat on the couch - and like 4 hours have passed.

I've been finding odd things lately that I lost last year - an example being a joint I had rolled and put in a little plastic holder last year as I was waiting for Steph to come down. She came down, I'd been walking outside, and it was lost. dang. I just knew ( but wouldn't have sworn on a bible, but still thought strongly) I lost it outside. I HAD to lose it out there, I thought... Whatever - even less chance of finding it again, I thought.
The other week, after I'd been sweeping the kitchen floor and fiddling around, I happened to look down at the kitchen floor - and saw this..thing...in the middle of the floor. I bent over, got it - and there it was - the joint I'd rolled about a year ago in its little plastic container.
There's been other stuff, but that is the first thing to come to mind. As funky stuff happens, I'll add it...but I'm mostly interested in hearing about any body else's experiences.
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