What is time? Many people will reply with one word “money”, but is time really money? If time is money then money should be time; this however, is not so.
Time and money must be one of those square and rectangle things. A square is a rectangle but a rectangle is not a square. So time is money but money is not time. This possibly simple math “fact” always confused and bothered me. First they teach you that if a=b then b=a; but if it’s squares and rectangles instead of “a” and “b” then we’ll just ignore the whole reflection thing, it’s just not true anymore. A rectangle is a rectangle and a square is a square, a shape cannot be both otherwise your definitions suck and should be rewritten. A square has four sides of equal length and a rectangle has four sides with opposite sides being the same length and adjacent sides being of different lengths.
Anyways, back to what I was saying; money is not time, if it was then friendships, relationships, children and trust could all be bought. Though in some places and cases this may be true, for the majority of the world it is not. As long as time is money, those with more money (and income) than they could ever spend will live many more lifetimes than those of us with little money. What if money really was time and by having enough of it you could skip parts of time, make them go faster; would you? Lets say you find one person you really like at the moment, with enough money you should be able to “buy” the entire dating experience and know if that person was right for you or not; skip right to the wedding. Next you could spend enough money that kids are born nearly instantly, or maybe even start them off at five years old. No infants who do nothing but eat, scream, poop, puke, cry and wiggle around. A lifetimes worth of experience could be “purchased” for a medium fortune and at 25 to 30 your kids could be college aged and you would be smart as someone who was 40, 50 or even 60. If you could do it would you? I wouldn’t.
Time is time and money is money; if you chose to make money with your time, so be it. What you do with your time is always your prerogative. Time is never wasted unless you let it be wasted, but then it’s not waste is it?
I’ve been trying to think of something to post about recently and nothing really comes to mind; except that I’ve been actively trying not to post anything. Life has been pretty busy around here: get up, go to work, eat dinner, play EverQuest some, go to bed … repeat. Once in a while I manage to go out shopping or out somewhere just to do stuff. At least work is going well, I think it’s really awesome and I’m really excited to be doing what I am. Not many other jobs in the world could be more satisfying that where I am now; except maybe a professional slacker / procrastinator :p though I’d get bored of not learning anything new.
A couple weeks back, maybe it’s only been a week now (the memory is horrifying enough that I try to forget xD), I somehow managed to convince myself that recording me singing and giving it to someone was a good way of finding out if they liked me. Yea, never again. ABBA was probably a bad choice anyways; bad song + my horrible singing = less friends. Oh well, I’ll live; perhaps I’ll just be single for a while. It was a bad idea from the beginning but I kinda maybe liked her and wanted to see if there was any hope; it’s a little lonely here.
There’s still one person I actually do really like but unless they say something nothing will probably happen. They’re too awesome and amazing for me to risk messing with our friendship or whatever it is we have. So if you read this; you are awesome, beautiful and I’ll always be here for you. The reason I’ve been sort of actively ignoring my blog is because I kept wanting to put something up to express how I felt and I knew there would be names involved; something is better than nothing and if you are happy then bugger all the rest, I’m happy too.
Suppose I’ll get off before I go and say something stupid or post a recording of my horrifying singing. Don’t anyone go out and play with the chains without me. 