I just looked at the dates on the last two posts.
The friend I was referring to at the funeral home was "Mike". And it wasn't three weeks ago, it was SIX. Foo.
See what I mean about time?
(BTW, I rather like the pun in the title.)
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Too Long, and a Sense of Time.
I think one of the aspects of the Asperger's thing is a curious sense of time. Or lack thereof.
The obvious reason for that comment can be seen by the length of time between this post and the last. But, in my mind, there has been very little time pass. It seems like only last week; yet it has been a month.
Unfortunately, the same thing applies for interactions with other people.
I remember what was said, what they looked like, where we were, all the details as though it was only last week; and yet in some instances it is years. And the visual shock - the reminder that they are OLDER - comes as exactly that, a shock.
Several weeks ago, I attended a funeral-home gathering for an old friend. It seems like only a short while ago, we were in the basement of the university centre trying to agree on how to bid Roman Club. (That's bridge bidding, just in case.) And then shortly thereafter, living in Toronto together for a short time. Actually, the stint in Toronto was three years later.
And it happened again, at the funeral home. I went with another old friend, whom I had not seen in several years. I almost did not recognize him. And had to cover my tracks, as it were, to not let on that he had aged so much. (That was yesterday, right? Well, no, actually it was three weeks ago.)
And in case it seems that this is only a case of age advancing on me, and others - I have always had this propensity to view time "incorrectly". My perception of the passage of days is always way off.
Or is this just an excuse for my lack of a sense of urgency? It's not that things aren't important. It's just always seems like such a short time has passed until I get around to things.
Never mind an artificial sense of urgency. I don't even have a natural sense of time.
Funny thing to say, coming from a musician who is known for an excellent sense of time!
The obvious reason for that comment can be seen by the length of time between this post and the last. But, in my mind, there has been very little time pass. It seems like only last week; yet it has been a month.
Unfortunately, the same thing applies for interactions with other people.
I remember what was said, what they looked like, where we were, all the details as though it was only last week; and yet in some instances it is years. And the visual shock - the reminder that they are OLDER - comes as exactly that, a shock.
Several weeks ago, I attended a funeral-home gathering for an old friend. It seems like only a short while ago, we were in the basement of the university centre trying to agree on how to bid Roman Club. (That's bridge bidding, just in case.) And then shortly thereafter, living in Toronto together for a short time. Actually, the stint in Toronto was three years later.
And it happened again, at the funeral home. I went with another old friend, whom I had not seen in several years. I almost did not recognize him. And had to cover my tracks, as it were, to not let on that he had aged so much. (That was yesterday, right? Well, no, actually it was three weeks ago.)
And in case it seems that this is only a case of age advancing on me, and others - I have always had this propensity to view time "incorrectly". My perception of the passage of days is always way off.
Or is this just an excuse for my lack of a sense of urgency? It's not that things aren't important. It's just always seems like such a short time has passed until I get around to things.
Never mind an artificial sense of urgency. I don't even have a natural sense of time.
Funny thing to say, coming from a musician who is known for an excellent sense of time!
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