Time by the Girl Who Wants it

Have you gotten to that age, where time is actually important, and yet it fly’s by? All the sudden you notice it, pay attention to it? Lately, that’s all it’s been for me. When I was a kid, ‘bout the ages of 5,6, and 7, time used to seem as if the day would never end, that it went by so slowly the clouds moved faster. That’s when Father Time wanted to get your attention and care, but now it seems he could care less about me and fast-forwards my life against my will. As I write this I feel like I’m wasting time, constantly looking at the clock, seeing if I’m out of time. Presently its 7:30, half an hour till curfew. I wish I could say I’m at the coffee shop, sipping of a latté, But I can’t, why? One, because I don’t like coffee, two: because I’m in my room on my laptop. Nope, time doesn’t like me anymore, and I feel as if I’m constantly wasting it.

I feel, and maybe you do to, that I waste time at school when I should be writing and trying to get published, but not even thinking, not even daring to think about dropping out! So I just sit on my butt and complain that ‘The God of Time’ (and math) hate me. Another examplee is, I’m watching my cat, Jaejae, sleep. Thinking how time has flown since I first saw him, on his fist day of life. Now he’s five months old and my mother’s nightmare. I hate not being able to control time. If I could, I’d make life go by more slowly or at least time. Right now I wish it was, let’s say- noon? That way I’d have more time to write and do the things I want. Do you ever feel this way? Or… is it just… me?