It’s So Unfair (Woe Is Me)

After the alarm on my alarm clock died, I never replaced the clock. Instead I’ve been using the alarm on my phone. The alarm on my phone also reminds me when to take my medication. The kids and I refer to the bus tracker on my phone every morning before school. The navigation on my phone is better than what I have in my car, so occasionally I use it. I even sometimes solve the NYT puzzles on it. Slowly but surely I am becoming as dependent on my phone as other people are on theirs.
I sometimes feel as I get older that my body is a separate being, complete with its own needs and opinions. It has grown weary of my management style. It has started insisting on doing things its own way, and I am at its mercy. Payback is a bitch.
Another thing about life that seems fundamentally unfair to me is that while our days go more smoothly when they are structured, they also go so much more quickly. That is to say, life is easier when you have a routine and you stick to it. But, as we get older, time seems to move faster, and the generally accepted explanation for this is that we encounter fewer novel experiences as we age. Our days blend in our memories because they are all the same, and as the days blend, time appears to speed up. So, the way to slow time down is to add more novel experiences. But, adding novel experiences is not only difficult (we’ve already done so many of the things that can be done!), but it also makes life more difficult because it’s less routine.

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