The Clock Ticks in Proportion

My birthday is coming up in three weeks, as is the end of my junior year of high school.

This year has gone by so fast.

It seems as if every year goes faster. My freshman year was so long. The semesters took forever, and it felt as if I was stuck in the freshman hell of crowded locker hallways and pointless P.E. classes for an eternity.

Now I feel as if I have just recently become a junior, when in reality, it's been that way for the past eight months.

It's as if when we get older, the amount of time that we have spent in our life just keeps on compounding, making the minutes less important, and the weeks tick by faster.

When I was a kid, the prospect of having to wait four months between finding out about something and actually getting to do it would have been like some cruel and unusual form of mental torture.

Now, I feel as if Les Mis will be just a blink of an eye away; just a quick summer break and then we can start.

And that's only months. One day, when I'm in my twenties or my thirties or my forties, and I just have to "put in a few more years at this job and then I can move on to bigger things," the years will go by as quickly as the months do now.

I used to wonder how people could stand to live to be ninety, or even one hundred years old. I would just sit there are think good god, you would be so BORED. But now I realize how they manage it: they don't notice how long it is.

So why does time seem to change itself with age? Is it just that we get more patient as we get older, and that patience allows the minutes to melt into one another until they are no longer separate, important entities, and instead become a giant mass that goes quietly on its way, not calling attention to the passing of the time?

On another note, there is a man sitting on the coffee shop couch right now, listening to giant hipster headphones. He looks like Johnny Depp.