i experienced an emotional dip today which is about time considering all that hypomania that 've been feeling. i know that my hyper-social behavior of late isn't sustainable and there will be a point in time where i'd want to sit on my bed and not move for a little while, but it hasn't happened yet.
i was thinking about the concept of time today, just randomly because i keep these thoughts like toys on a back shelf and take them out to play, sometimes, when my mind is unoccupied, or when it is necessary to stop toxic thoughts in their tracks. so i considered time, and i just thought about how time isn't real, its relative. it really is, just a decision that a group of people sitting around a round table (possibly, would you consider a square one? didn't think so) at Geneva made up ages ago. i just thought how it was interesting that different periods of times are given names. you know, like minutes, seconds, years, and how interesting it would be if there was an international swap unit time day so that you could really tell somebody: i was waiting outiside for you for seven years, and actually mean it.
pointless really, but fun, and definitely much better than thinking about visas and packing and my guestlist. i think i would honestly shoot the next person that tells me: eh j, how about ask ______ to come?
12 places. FULL. very difficult to comprehend is it? why, because 12 is more than the number of fingers and thumbs on your hands right. aiyar, use toes lah.
