that thing called 'time'

ever heard of the phrase "to kill time?" or "killing time"

i think i know how it originated. or rather, why.

i'm so bored. so so so bored but at work (well, officially,there's just half an hour left and it's a saturday). i have to clarify that work is usually exhilarating and mentally stimulating but today is a work replacement day and there are just 4 of us; all 4 of us pretending to work, waiting for 1.30 to strike [one is blasting rock music, one is playing games, one watching the games, and me? working my fingers] ok anyway, back to topic.

i hate having nothing to do yet having to be where i have to be. i don't mind having nothing to do at home. or nothing to do when i'm out and about. but to have nothing to do at work is just pure torture. here you sit for hours with your work done or, waiting for work to come your way while you pretend you're working. sure, we could be productive and do research.

but hey, today is a saturday and there's just half an hour to go so i'm officially allowed to berate and moan the fact that i'm bored and i.am.killing.time.

i want to kill time. i want to kill something, anything, anyone. no wonder they came up with the phrase 'to kill time'. imagine it. it'd be a pleasure, at least for me.

time is such a whimsical being.
sometimes, it runs so fast, you wonder where it went and how in the world you're ever supposed to catch up with it. like the times i have so much to do in so little time, i don't know where to begin, i rush around, speed around and have absolutely no time to catch my breath or even remember my own name.

sometimes, it seems to drag on, minute by excruciating minute. it doesn't seem to want to budge and it sits there taunting and smirking - "ah ha, there's nothing you can do to move me". "i will tick by as slowly as i want, dragging your misery to pluto and back. so what? there's not a single thing you can do. just watch me". yeah i sure am watching time.

powerful isn't it? yeah. time is powerful. you can't slow it down. you can't change it. you can't hurry it, you can't turn it back. you can't bottle it (as much as i sometimes want to) and you can't erase it. as much as i want to fly through time and time zones, i also can't. we're totally at its mercy. quite a scary notion actually.

so, "dear time, i'll treat you well, i'll respect and honour you. in return, treat me kindly. love me, let me treasure the sweet moments and pray speed up the dreadful waiting-for-whatever-i-am-waiting-for periods"

love,
me

ps: for example, when i'm sleeping, go slow so i can sleep longer ;)
pps: and it only took me 6 mins to write this and i still have 24 mins before i then rush off to begin my weekend and try to cram everything i wanna do in it ?!?!?