Before I run off to class (classes that truly do get in the way of my education, thanks Mark Twain).

We all have those moments—where time passes by so slow it’s as if she’s been sedated by our own ennui. This essay I just read on boredom suggested that there was a neurological explanation, as there always is (love’s just a chemical reaction, yeah?).

Researchers have discovered that when people are conscious but doing nothing — for example, lying in an f.M.R.I. scanner, waiting to be given some simple mental task as part of a psychology experiment — the brain is in fact firing away, with greater activity in regions responsible for recalling autobiographical memory, imagining the thoughts and feelings of others, and conjuring hypothetical events: the literary areas of the brain, you might say. When this so-called default mode network is activated, the brain uses only about 5 percent less energy than it does when engaged in basic tasks. But that discrepancy may explain why time seems to pass more slowly at such moments. It may also explain the agitated restlessness that compels the bored to seek relief in doodling or daydreaming.

So, bore me & spend a little (more) time with me.
“Pay close attention to the most tedious thing you can find and, in waves, a boredom like you’ve never known will wash over you and just about kill you. Ride these out, and it’s like stepping from black and white into color. Like water after days in the desert. Instant bliss in every atom.”

Time: a measurement system invented by humans to quantify a universal and constant progression whose true definition escapes us. And the caveat—our minds can manipulate and perceive time as it wishes.

Is time subjective? Time keeps moving without us. Don’t be stuck in the wrong time.

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