The title of today’s blog post is something I hear very regularly and also a phrase which makes me feel rather sad. I live in the small town of Corsham, but the majority of my friends live in other nearby cities. Of course, there are some people who live in Corsham who I like very, very much and who I enjoy spending time with, but most of my social interactions take place in other towns and cities. Because I usually socialising away from home, that means I’m always bound by the timetables of the buses and when I’m asked “When is your next bus?” I know it’s not too long until I have to go home.
I feel like this puts an artificial time limit on anything I decide to do with my friends. Sometimes this stops me from getting fully comfortable in a situation, as I know that it’s eventually going to be brought to a premature end. I feel like a social engagement should wind to a natural close, but I always find myself having to go home when I would love to stay out for several more hours. It’s something that I often find very frustrating, especially when spending time with people who I don’t get to see very often. A few people have noticed that when it is time for me to go, I tend to give long, drawn out, goodbye speeches and I guess it’s just a reflection of the fact that I don’t want to go.
Perhaps it’s just me, but the limited nature of time is something I think about very often. Perhaps the fact that there’s a very obvious time limit on most things I do, is the reason that this is such an issue for me. But, on the bright side, when I’m very conscious of the fact that I have a limited space of time in which to see people, I think it helps me to appreciate that time even more. Nonetheless, I look forward to the day when I am no longer bound by the buses.
(Don’t miss yesterday’s Finger Puppet Show!)