time-space

Yesterday, I saw a friend for the first time in two and a half years, and we got into a discussion about why time seems to go by faster, now that we're older. He seems to subscribe to this theory by some dude: that we have limited space in our brains to store memories, and as we get older, the events we store in our memories over the course of a year are more and more spread out. So whereas you may have stored 150 events per year when you were 10, at 24, you only store 50 events, which is why you look back at your year and think, JEEZ! That went by quick (this may not be a wholly accurate summary of this theory, as I have an attention deficit problem and may not have paid attention closely).

But I think that is a load of horse dung. Here's my theory, which is infinitely cooler and better--time doesn't work the exact same way as space, because when you go from point A to point B in space, you do not take up the space from point A to point B--you leave point A to get to to point B, and when you are at point B, you are no longer at point A. But when you travel in time, you actually take up the entire "space" that you have been travelling--that is, if you travel from point A (your birth) to point B (now), you are actually still occupying point A and every point in between. The only reason you think you have left point A is because most people associate awareness with time, and you are usually only aware of the present, so you think you are at point B and not at point A anymore, because that is where your awareness is. But awareness is different from time--even when you are not aware, you are still travelling through time (like when you're asleep or if you're a vegetable). Thus, even though you are no longer fully aware of what happened when you were 12, you are still taking up the time-space of when you were 12. All of that time is still with you, not just in a metaphorical sense (like oh I still have memories and blah blah), but in a real sense--you are literally accumulating time "space" with every second that passes by (this is why you can only travel in one direction in time--because you are still occupying every point you've been, so if you traveled back in time to point A, you would still be there, and then you would be in two places at once, which is impossible. The only thing you can maybe do to time-travel is to try to bring your awareness back to a certain point, but that is very very hard to do). So the older you get, the more "space" you take up on the time line. That is why when you travel through it, you seem to go faster and faster the older you are--because age is like...time-height. The older you are, the larger the time-steps you can take. And if you don't know that your legs are longer, you won't even notice that you're going faster until you get to the finish line sooner than you expected.

Duh.

my weirdo mom

There's this spot just under my left shoulder that has been killing me for a few weeks now--it feels like there's a pebble stuck under the shoulder blade. Unfortunately, I made the mistake of whining about it to my mother, who whipped out her acupuncture kit and proceeded to stick 20 needles in me. Then she decided she was bored and might as well stick some in herself, so she stuck about ten needles in the back of her neck.

Also, I made three pumpkin pies today, and she made me walk with her to our neighbors' houses so we could leave the pies on their doorstep and run away. Then, when we were just far enough to be out of earshot, she would call them on her cell phone and say, "Hiii! We just left you a pie at your front door. Merry Christmas!" As soon as the neighbor poked their head out of the door to get the pie, she would wave frantically to make sure they saw us.

It's like I always manage to convince myself that all of my teenage angst was self-created, and I really had no problems. Then, I come home for a visit, and I remember that there was a reason I was messed up. My mom is just weird. Really, really weird.

Merry Christmas, all.

home

The thing that always gets me about Georgia is the smell of the pines. I always think I have completely outgrown this place until I get off the plane, and that overwhelming scent assaults me, bringing back all kinds of random memories in quick flashes. It's always a little damp, too, after a good clean rain--not like the persistent drizzle we get in Cambridge.

all i really need to know i learned from my ex boyfriends

I have decided that I am going to make a movie for my 3L paper. This is possibly the smartest idea I've had since coming to law school. Why not get credit for working really hard on something that doesn't make you want to drown yourself in vodka? Genius.

The question is, what oh what am I going to make it about? I did two documentaries in college, so I kinda wanna do something fictional this time around. But to write a fictional screenplay about the law, am I required to actually know the law? Hmm.

Anyway, this idea made me remember how I got into making movies in the first place--I dated a film major for two and a half years and started copying him. So weird how people leave parts of themselves like that in your life, even if they themselves are not in it anymore. Come to think of it, I think the entire reason I'm in law school is because of a boy. I had this huge crush on this boy when I was 13--he went to a public school (which I, as a Catholic schoolgirl, thought was so hot), had hair down to his chin, and listened to Nirvana. So I, of course, gave up my Boyz II Men CDs and bought all of the Nirvana albums until I was equally obsessed. Long after I forgot that guy, I kept listening to punk rock which turned me into a raging liberal, which made me go all activist, which made me go to law school.

Really, I should go strangle that guy.

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