Life in the Boomer Lane has always believed that it is very unfair that, the older we get, the more time seems to speed up. She has written about this phenomenon before. Now, Vox reports that Robert Southern, a researcher, has decided to get to the cause of this.
LBL needs to insert, at this point, that getting to the truth of time speeding up is akin to getting to the truth about the evnts that took place in Area 54 in Rosewell. You may believe aliens landed (or that time speeds up), but you will never be able to prove it.
Unfortunately, so Southern concluded, after a series of experiments that were so boring that LBL needed to life her spirits by taking frequent breaks to watch reruns of the Republican debates. The bottom line was that Southern was unable to prove anything. So, if the reality of time passing more quickly didn’t pan out, how about the perception of it doing so?
Everyone knows that it is way more fun to talk about the perception of things, rather than the hard facts. Our entire political system is based on this. Facts just get in the way. Politicians toss perceptions out to voters like automatic baseball or tennis ball dispensing machines. Voters can then say “I just don’t trust that guy,” even if we are unable to cite one actual thing he did to cause that distrust. So we say, “Time is moving so much faster than it used to,” with no proof, whatsoever, that this is so.
So, why, then, do we perceive that time is moving more quickly? Here are several possibilities, according to the article:
1. “Childhood is full of big, memorable moments like learning to ride a bike or making first friends. By contrast, adult life becomes ordinary and mechanized, and ambles along. ”
True dat. LBL can attest that entire decades of her life disappeared under mounds of diapers, Legos, and half-eaten peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, while she was raising her children. One poopie diaper was pretty much like any other, and one stepped-on Lego with bare feet, the same. Suddenly, her male offspring had developed hairy feet and were using them to walk out the door into their own lives. Only Daughter used her brilliant argumentative style as a four-year-old to score a law school degree and then traded dolls for actual babies.
As Vox states, “Each passing year converts some of this experience into automatic routine which we hardly notice at all, the days and weeks smooth themselves out in recollection, and the years grow hollow and collapse.” Since LBL needed a serious refrigerator break after this depressing description of her entire life, she will now move on.
2. “Each new minute represents a smaller fraction of our lives.” If you have moved beyond having to use your fingers to calculate and have nothing better to do, think about this: “One day as a 10-year-old represents about .027 percent of the kid’s life. A day for a 60-year-old? .0045 percent. The kid’s life is just… bigger.”
3. Our ability to recall events declines with age. If we can’t remember a time, it didn’t happen. LBL can personally attest to this phenomenon. She knows that whenever the topic is travel and Now Husband starts a sentence with “Remember when…” her answer will always be “No.” But now she has added, “Did I have fun?” and when NH says “Yes,” she is delighted.
4. Time flies when we’re busy or distracted — and adults are busier than children. Vox states “… being busy can somehow trick our memory into feeling like time is going by faster. Tasks that demand considerable attentional resources are perceived as briefer than tasks that are undemanding.” It continues with “It’s also possible that as adults, we feel like we never have enough time to do things — which our brain then interprets as time speeding up. Finding that there is insufficient time to get things done may be reinterpreted as the feeling that time is passing quickly. Deadlines always come sooner than we’d like.
LBL is onboard with this one. It makes the time she spends on Lumosity and watching “General Hospital” seem mighty significant.
5. Very memorable events are farther than they appear. Psychologists call this “forward telescoping” — i.e., our tendency to underestimate how long ago very memorable events occurred. If a memory seems unclear (and as we age, most memories do), we assumed it happened longer ago. But very clear memories are assumed to be more recent.
LBL has resolved this problem. When people ask her how long ago anything happened, she automatically doubles the time. This gets her closer to the actual reality.
Vox asks, “If our memories can trick us into thinking time is moving quickly, then maybe there are ways to trick our brains into thinking that time is slowing down — such as committing to breaking routines and learning new things. You’re more likely to remember learning how to skydive than watching another hour of mindless television.”
LBL, having just come from the dentist because of a crown that popped out (Sugar Daddys should come with some kind of warning on the label), can attest that the time spent in the dentist’s chair made time stop entirely. But, even given how much she would love time to slow down, she would rather have it speed up than spend more time in the dentist’s chair. She would also like to sue the Sugar Daddy Company, but she is sure the lawsuit wouldn’t go anywhere.
k8edid
January 6, 2016
I attended a seminar for a required “Professional Development Day” for work yesterday. A presenter, who looked a little like a homeless person, utilized IT equipment that did not work 80% of the time, to read PowerPoint slides to an auditorium full of mostly menopausal women who were vocal in their displeasure at a room temp only slightly lower than the 7th circie of hell. Time not only stopped entirely, but it might have even been on a loop that repeated every hour or so. It was not pretty. I spent Thanksgiving week with my family. The entire week lasted 15 minutes.
Life in the Boomer Lane
January 7, 2016
Oh dear, I would have had to take my life if anyone forced me to sit through that seminar. I have never acclimated myself to adult meetings, etc. I doodle, pass notes to people, whisper, and pray for an earthquake. But it is fascinating that some events are eternal and others are a blip in time.
geezenslaw
January 7, 2016
The price one pays for employment these days.
Andrew Reynolds
January 6, 2016
You’re right, time does speed up. My theory is that it’s like jumping out of an airplane. At first you move slowly and then speed up as you approach the big splat at the end of the fall.
Life in the Boomer Lane
January 7, 2016
Great (and depressing) way of putting it, Andrew.
Kate Crimmins
January 6, 2016
Every time I ask my husband if he remembers when we did xxxx, he says, “I think you did that with your ex.” My conclusion is that time spent with my x was way too much and moved too slow. I bet reading that report required sugar and alcohol which is why you ended up in the dentist’s office.
Life in the Boomer Lane
January 7, 2016
Oh, my, funny comment from your husband. Yes, reading most reports are like that. That’s why I take artisitic license with them.
momshieb
January 6, 2016
I can’t wait to share this with my husband, who taught me to always double my estimate of how long ago something happened!
Life in the Boomer Lane
January 7, 2016
And here I though I was the only one….
Miriam
January 6, 2016
Life definitely does speed up as we get older;, just a shame our reflexes and memory banks don’t speed up as well instead of going the other way.
Life in the Boomer Lane
January 7, 2016
That’s a great way to put it, Miriam.
Keith
January 6, 2016
Renee, I need not have been reminded of the second point. I thought I was in the “infinity and beyond” line. Aw shucks. As for that memory thing, well, er, oh shoot, I forgot what I was going to say. Enjoy General Hospital, my wife’s favorite show not on HGTV or the Food Network. I am still trying to wrap my arms around all the Luke clones. Keith
Life in the Boomer Lane
January 7, 2016
I am a General Hospital diehard. I couldn’t tell you the names of most of the characters, and the old story lines are a complete blur, but i am obsessed. The story lines are as idiotic as ever, but I don’t care.
Keith
January 8, 2016
You and my wife are lot alike in that regard. The current plots are like The Sopranos, but it worked for them.
Phyllis
January 6, 2016
Interesting ideas LBL. I can vividly recall a friend of mine pretending to be a helicopter by spinning a pair of tights that she had placed on her head, but it is difficult to remember where I was yesterday. And I love the idea of falling towards the “big splat” that Mr. Reynolds suggested. I hope my demise does not include a big splat, although it does sound quite epic.
Life in the Boomer Lane
January 7, 2016
Your friend sounds like an inordinately (is that spelled correctly?) brilliant, creative person. No doubt she is now tall and quite famous. BTW, most demises include some form of splat.
ugiridharaprasad
January 6, 2016
Reblogged this on ugiridharaprasad.
Life in the Boomer Lane
January 7, 2016
Thanks for the reblog!
judithhb
January 7, 2016
This was the first post I read today and had to come back to read it again. I’ve often wondered about time speeding up. Like waiting for a trip to the dentist as opposed to waiting for a trip away on holiday. Thanks for sharing this complicated post Renee
Life in the Boomer Lane
January 7, 2016
You are welcome, Judith. The research did actually make sense to me, unfortunately.
geezenslaw
January 7, 2016
Howdy Renee, I realized that I had completely forgotten your main points by the end of the reading because of laughing @ your depression fighting scheme: ‘…frequent breaks to watch reruns of the Republican debates.’ And: ‘Politicians toss perceptions out to voters like automatic baseball or tennis ball dispensing machines.’ Renee! You are a hoot. You should team up with Dreyfuss and Silverman in socio-political skits directed by Amy Schumer. LoL!
Life in the Boomer Lane
January 7, 2016
Hey, thanks.I’m seriously honored. I would love to have any contact with Amy Schumer, including delivering her pizzas. But, unless you know a lot of really influential people, I will remain one of the world’s great unknowns. I come from a long line of unknowns, so it’s my comfort level.
geezenslaw
January 7, 2016
Maybe a little off-topic but as a consolation you could do a musing on: ‘Perceptions thrown out by Politicians’ or similar. A real genre you could attack is all the ‘fringe’ adopted by the GOP types to further ensnare unwitting types. Case-in-point – the conspiracy theories the GOP likes to use on unwitting folks like me: Fed gov control in general and gun control specifically: Sandy Hook: hoax, 911: hoax (never happened), San Bernardino: Hoax, University of Texas bell tower: (insert theory here), the list goes on. What is scary is not the politicians spewing the diatribe. What is scary is the effect. Hopefully you will throw in your wit and good humor (it’s therapeutic).
Life in the Boomer Lane
January 8, 2016
When I started the blog, I intended it to be a humorous take on everyday topics. I’m finding that, more and more, I am terrified at what is happening in this country, and I’m writing the political stuff as a way to stay sane. What you are talking about is one topic that makes my head spin. You can include the genocide of the Jews in WWII and the earth being round. Hell, let’s just call everything a hoax and go back to the Dark Ages and believe that the plague was God’s punishment for our sins. There seems to be no end to the great march backward. I am far less fearful of the current crop of Republican superstars than I am about the peope who willingly follow them into the fire. And let’s not get started on climate change, another “hoax.” As water becomer a scarcer and scarcer resource around the planet, we are in for political mayhem the likes of which has never been seen before. But I guess all we have to do is build fences, grab our guns, read the bible, say the Pedge of Allegience, and relax. OK, I’m finished now. For the moment.
charleschuckberry
January 11, 2016
Great post. I understand because I am a baby boomer
Life in the Boomer Lane
January 11, 2016
Thanks, Charles, and thanks for visiting my alternate universe.
oldephartte2
February 7, 2016
I had thought perspective might be in play. At age 1, a year is a lifetime. At 70…not so much.
Life in the Boomer Lane
February 7, 2016
Exactly. As we age, a year takes up less and less time in the sum of our lives.