Best Buys And Antique Stores May Slow Time

I think as a whole humanity excepts time as absolute, even though one may say that their specific day was long while another says the day flew by. I truly believe in personal perspective, that two people spending a day together will have entirely different accounts as to how long a portion of the day lasted.

The best example that applies to me is an antique store. When not swimming with swords or old Star Wars figures I find antique stores actually slow time to a minimal fraction prospectively for me than the hosting party (AKA my Mom). Given I have no doubt the opposite applies when I drag her into a GameStop or Best Buy, there is just so much to see, so much to catch up on that there isn't enough time to see it all.

My mother is a wonderful strong woman, I know this because I was never a patient child. My view of patience was making disgruntled noises and walking around my mother in a slight zombified state at church, while she tried to have an intelligent conversation with one of her friends, who I'm sure held pride in her patient well behaved children. Even after feeling the wrath of a woman who had just been socially deprived of a pleasant conversation, the secret of patience still eluded me.

It's amazing what several years and boot camp can do to a person (It's a several year and a boot camp miracle!!!). In boot camp I no longer controlled any aspect of time, even personal perspective was a blur. In boot camp there were only three official stages of a day worthy of marking by the relative position of the sun... chow 1, chow 2, and chow 3. Chow 1 was my favorite, I was like a hungry puppy that had been left in a crate all night and even though you pick him up his little feet still run in the air, desperate to fill his little belly with delicious kibbles and bits. Chow 2 was always appreciated, even though i knew it would slow me down as well as everyone else in my flight, This usually led to trouble but it was worth it. Chow 3 was the reward for hours of pointless work that taught us how to roll socks while being yelled at (If you join the military, don't trust the man who tells you that it's "craft" time).

I have been complemented on my patience, but i still find some things hard to endure (remind me that nothing but Johnny Cash on a three hour car ride can really make you justify reasons why you would not only live but thrive if you just jumped out of the moving vehicle).