The day I became a woman...

Yes... I have officially entered womanhood.

I...

I...

I LIED ABOUT MY AGE!

Whyyyyyyyy??? I have NO idea.

So I'm at the gym yesterday morning, and the instructor I usually work out with said,

"Come on! You can lift much more than that! You've been working out for what... 10 years now?"

My reply?

"Huh?! 10 years?! Since I'm 10 or 11?! er...."

"What?! You're only 21? You look so much more mature..."

"Mm-hmm..."

Then he goes on to ask what I do for a living, and at what age did I enter and graduate from Uni and all that jazz... now, those things weren't lies... I did leave school when I was 21, and I did enter when I was 18... BUT I have worked for a year after that!

Geez...

Maybe it's my sub-stuff coming out - you know, I really do feel like I've done NADA for the past year... perhaps in my mind of minds I DID do nothing. And thus, maybe... just maybe... the past year doesn't really exist for me!

I guess this means that, for me, time is not defined by the conventional and inevitable "passing time", but rather by what is produced. Like...

"Hey, how long have you been working on your abs?"

"Oh, about 50 sets of crunches or so."

"How long have you been at PCS?"

"Hmm.... just about 15 reports and 5 projects now."

That's it.

Eureka - I have defined time... more so in a way that I trust the general mind would not just comprehend, but much so appreciate.

Einstein, in yo' face.

So, theory now is, once you have not been productive, time has not passed.

Don't we all wish this.

Well, apparently, I live it!




*Jeez... Zue just realised she's actually about 12, then! Oof...*