Time flies when you're having fun (or not)
01/11/2008 - The other day, my friend Cinder and I were talking about how quickly time passes (if you're having fun or not.) She made reference to how her Mother had told her that the older you get, the faster it goes. I told her that my Mother had told me the same thing so maybe they knew something we did not.
And, boy, did they!
"I can remember thinking how old I would be in the year 2000 and saying I'll never see it," she lamented. "Now we're eight years past that." `
"You can say that again!" I exclaimed. "I remember thinking that by that time we would be living a futuristic existence like the Jetsons. I was actually anticipating those cars that fly through the air and a robot waiting on me and cleaning my house."
"That's right, Rorge," Cinder laughed, mimicking Astro, the Jetsons' dog.
"Why, it seems like only yesterday that I was trying to decide what to do with my life," I cried.
"Sara, it was only yesterday," Cinder guff-hawed.
"Oh, yeah," I droned.
"I just don't know where the time went," Cinder remarked. "I knew that I wanted to get an education and start making money as soon as I could, but I never thought about it in terms of getting older."
"I know what you mean," I said. "Only old people were old when I was young, you know, like in their late 30s."
"Yeah, well, you'll never see 30 again," she grinned.
Of course, Cinder forgot that I'll never see a lot of things anymore because my eyesight is so horrible. "I don't know if I'd even want to be 30 again," I stated, matter-of-factly. "I was so green and immature."
"And that's supposed to be any different than what?" she said, choking back laughter.
"Cinder, I know that I'm not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I've learned a lot just by going through the aging process. I may not be smart, but I know what love is."
"As well you should, Forest," she countered. "You've had three tries at it."
"Didn't you think that by this time we would have determined whether or not there was intelligent life in outer space?" I asked.
"I don't know about that, Sara," Cinder argued. "I don't even think that we've determined whether or not there is intelligent life on earth."
"You've got a point there," I agreed. "But I thought that maybe we would have found a way to stop the aging process or conquer disease or maybe even have world peace."
"You should have entered the Miss America contest," Cinder laughed. "World peace is more elusive than the passing of time is. You would have thought that by now someone would have devised a way to stay thin while eating as much chocolate as you want."
"Actually, Cinder, I was hoping that someone would invent a way for us to stay eternally young and thin," I replied, as I opened a bag of potato chips.
"Sara," Cinder stated, calmly. "I'm just glad for the time we have now."
And, to that I say, "Amen!"