Father Time

I've been in Australia three months now and have made 53 blog posts including this one, that's on average one post every 1.74 days. So far my charity www.sponsorabackpacker.com has raised a stonking £13 or almost 21p per day, I wonder if there is a country where I can live like a king for 21p a day.

I've never really had a good grasp of time, I quite often forget what day/month or even year it is. I remember getting in to an argument with a girl in a pub about how old I was, she was born in the same year as me and insisted I was 27. I was absolutely positive I was 26 after all what kind of idiot doesn't know how old they are? Well ... me, we ended up and getting some paper and a pen out of her bag and drawing it all out, it was a shock aging a year in a moment. Normally you have a whole year to prepare for getting older, your just not expecting it to creep up on you and pounce randomly.

But then again, after that I never worried about birthdays anymore, they seemed very mild compared to that random ageing shock and the truth is you get old a day at a time not a year at a time.

Anyway ... sometimes I feel like I have hardly been in Australia at all, other times it feels like I have lived here my whole life and that twenty nine years in England bit was just a dream. I tend to classify time by which girl I was with during that period, probably an unusual way to navigate the forth dimension, but its the best chronographic land marks I have. I think one of the reasons I have such problems with time is that I changed quite radically from time to time and develop a partial amnesia from my past selves and there activities.

I know I spent six months living in a bed sit above a beauty salon just before I left for Australia but for the life of me I can't remember the room. All I can get is a couple of random memories of going shopping and an argument or two with the land lady. I can if I really try get back is memories of Claire (the girl I was living with at the time). I'm guessing its maybe because I spent most of the last year or so in England doing pretty much nothing. Maybe some things really are worth you remembering to forget once you've learned from them?

Over the past few years things have started to stabilize into more of a general progression than massive swings in random directions. There are still oscillations but they tend to be in behaviour rather than identity.

What do you guys think about time? I'm interested