The problem with Time is that you can only truly experience it fully and viscerally in moments of real crisis. Clocks are inferior mechanisms compared to our own internal panic and sense of impending disaster. Time pieces are artificial means to remind us that each moment, we slide further towards the inevitable conclusion. Nothing compares to the reality framed by the moments before and after the other car blindsides you.
The problem with women is that despite Women's Lib and Equality and Feminism, most of them still believe what they're told. Magazines and movies and commercials and television shows and even radio shows tell them that in order to be loved, they must adhere to some ridiculous standard of beauty that is not only unrealistic, but unhealthy, and in most cases, not biologically possible.
The problem with men is that we have a brain and a penis and only enough blood to run one at a time and we are usually worried about the size of either or both.
The problem with life is that we always rush through the really important bits, and only later realize that we should have savored and enjoyed the experience.
You know how when you go on a trip, you always feel like there's more stuff to do than you have time for? No matter how carefully you plan your vacation, there's always that feeling that somehow you missed something important -- the nagging feeling at the back of your mind that you didn't experience it all. The feeling that if you could just experience one more thing, then everything would be perfect. There's a desperate hollow feeling that you rushed your way through the moments in life where you should've been paying the most attention.
Well, get used to that feeling. That's how your whole life will feel some day.
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