I have a really poor grasp of time. Hours can pass like seconds, minutes can last forever, whole days disappear and reappear. It’s the dissociation, the fronting by other parts, a lack of knowledge of how time works for some parts. I’m used to it now, am no longer surprised that it isn’t the time or day I thought it was. So long as I’m not losing too much time I’m not concerned.
Yesterday my littlest sister said she was having curry for tea because the Indian restaurant does a special deal on Sundays. This is how the conversation went
I love the idea that it’s not my mental health that causes my knowledge of time to be sketchy – I’m not mental, I’m a Time Lord. I love that we can joke about it, humour is important to me.
Meanwhile, if anyone has a Tardis I can borrow give me a shout