Worst part about this: the perceived length of a year increases as your age decreases. If you live to be roughly 80 years old, you will perceive approximately half of your life to have taken place before the age of 18. This partially explains why our formative years are so formative.
Right now, young children are spending an enormous chunk of their perceived lifetime, and one of their most formative years, under oppressive and unnatural lockdowns. These kids aren't being properly socialized. They aren't seeing human faces. They're going to grow up fucking broken.
As I age, I find it is important to appreciate Time.
I try to spend a couple minutes a week just appreciating the passage of time, reflecting on past events. The reason humans perceive time so slanted is (IMO) we remember not the passage of time, but "events". Anything that blends into our monotony is, well, blended. Can you remember what you ate twenty-five days ago? Can you remember what you ate in the best day you ever had? One is monotony, the other is an event.
As a youth, all you have are Events. I jammed a nail through my hand last year by accident. I also, most likely, got any number of papercuts and bug bites. But I don't remember those, at least with any clarity. The nail I remember the entire scene, AND the aftermath and medical follow-up. It was an Event. But to a youth, being riddled in bug bits, or sliced up with aluminium foil cuts, they might be events. You'd remember them, the first time.
I remember every one of my sexual partners. But while I remember each one, I don't remember every single time with each one. I remember enjoying (or not) it, I remember some highlight best and worst parts, but not every action: it's all in the umbrella of the event that is their relationship. I could say I sexed "P" an estimated 45 times in that relationship, but it would be an estimate. A happy, satisfying monotony that blends together into the nostalgia of times lost.
My life began at 18, I was a reclusive shut-in. I had very few Events earlier than it compared to many. I had few friends, minimal excursions, life was "learn, eat, sleep, repeat". For me, the memory of 18-30 will likely be the "half my life" memory as I sunset.
What I'm trying to say in my rambling, is that the youth may be more resilient than you think. They may look back at these two years as one Event, but with many more to come later they will reflect upon more fondly. Assuming this madness actually ends, new events can broaden their horizons.
Worst part about this: the perceived length of a year increases as your age decreases. If you live to be roughly 80 years old, you will perceive approximately half of your life to have taken place before the age of 18. This partially explains why our formative years are so formative.
Right now, young children are spending an enormous chunk of their perceived lifetime, and one of their most formative years, under oppressive and unnatural lockdowns. These kids aren't being properly socialized. They aren't seeing human faces. They're going to grow up fucking broken.
I wonder if that's part of the plan.
Well, they'll make great pets when humans hit the galactic wet market in 2030, I guess. :P
As I age, I find it is important to appreciate Time.
I try to spend a couple minutes a week just appreciating the passage of time, reflecting on past events. The reason humans perceive time so slanted is (IMO) we remember not the passage of time, but "events". Anything that blends into our monotony is, well, blended. Can you remember what you ate twenty-five days ago? Can you remember what you ate in the best day you ever had? One is monotony, the other is an event.
As a youth, all you have are Events. I jammed a nail through my hand last year by accident. I also, most likely, got any number of papercuts and bug bites. But I don't remember those, at least with any clarity. The nail I remember the entire scene, AND the aftermath and medical follow-up. It was an Event. But to a youth, being riddled in bug bits, or sliced up with aluminium foil cuts, they might be events. You'd remember them, the first time.
I remember every one of my sexual partners. But while I remember each one, I don't remember every single time with each one. I remember enjoying (or not) it, I remember some highlight best and worst parts, but not every action: it's all in the umbrella of the event that is their relationship. I could say I sexed "P" an estimated 45 times in that relationship, but it would be an estimate. A happy, satisfying monotony that blends together into the nostalgia of times lost.
My life began at 18, I was a reclusive shut-in. I had very few Events earlier than it compared to many. I had few friends, minimal excursions, life was "learn, eat, sleep, repeat". For me, the memory of 18-30 will likely be the "half my life" memory as I sunset.
What I'm trying to say in my rambling, is that the youth may be more resilient than you think. They may look back at these two years as one Event, but with many more to come later they will reflect upon more fondly. Assuming this madness actually ends, new events can broaden their horizons.