Doing Things to Time. Because That's What's Up.

Greetings, my Lovelies. Did you have a happy Christmas?

Today, a very unapologetic, first-level look at time. As in Time. Which eludes and confuses, which seduces and rebukes. A few definitions, that is all. I am sure there have been, over the ages, many other explanations or definitions of things we do to (or with) Time, but here is my take on it. Note that I began this post - hang on - three years ago. And fine-tuned it tonight. Whatever that means. Hey - maybe I've got time. Here we go.


Killing Time.
What a wonderful way of putting it. How grand and final it sounds…only none of the following are as gravitas-laden as this one. Killing Time, unlike Spending Time, sounds really final. It sounds…dramatic. Only it’s not. It is actually a rather enjoyable pastime. It involves sitting in a comfortable chair, or perhaps standing in a garden among the colours. Or a loud concert. Whatever. To me, it somehow involves silence, or then again there may be faint humming of a crowd in the distance. It creates Time, by making the Time Consumer realize there is, ultimately, nothing really important going on: yet the moment itself is so comfortable, you never want it to end. This can be achieved alone or with another, and it's understood here that the other party knows, immediately or during the killing of the Time, that that's what's up. And they're cool with it, which is why you keep them around. Remember these people: they save your life later on in the Story.
 
Spending Time.
Throwing Time away casually to obtain another sort of Time: the kind that entitles the user to do nothing but to use it for whatever purpose seems right at the time. This can also be achieved with someone. It can be quite tasty with someone who gets it. Cooking, bathing, reading, or looking outside are perfectly acceptable activities to engage in while Spending Time. Then again, so is water-skiing, kite-surfing or building a house. We're flexible like that. You're welcome.

Clinging to Time.
Ah – there’s another matter, for it slips, you see. You can try to cling, but it slips through one’s fingers, through one’s hair, thus discolouring it slightly to a snowy grey, slowly, and for some, instantly. It takes precious memories away, and casts a shadow on one’s mind, sometimes. On the other hand, it sometimes lets the mind recover, to get back to its senses, and to shake it off, shall we say, and to continue on its merry road, and that is when we experience better, bigger things. But then, there is the open-mind thing to take into consideration, and that is, My Sweets, a whole other story.
 
Buying Time.
That involves that Time becomes a currency of some sort, akin to the “Spending Time” concept. Except in this case, it is something else you use to effectively push back the moment until you are ready/better disposed/expecting to face Time. Good luck with tis one, it can be tricky.

There. I hope that helps. Peace.