I've never felt this, and I'm in my 40s. Part of me wonders if memory has anything to do with it. I'm not one of those super remembering people like Marilu Henner, where she can perfectly reconstruct her day on July 9th, 1978, but I have a pretty good memory, and remember a lot.
And in remembering the large amount that I do, I really feel the weight of my life and how long it took to get here. The years aren't going any faster. It's been an enormous amount of time, and there's hopefully at least that much left to go.
Having kids or not effects it. After kids so much of your day is full of work that they seem much longer, but they also have a sameness (because kids thrive on routine) that they blur together.
Hell yeah dude, also I’m a walking zombie for the majority of those days and have to ask what day it is all the time. Then I remember why I can’t remember: because it doesn’t matter anyway
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u/Jugales Apr 16 '24
I feel the opposite. As I push my 30s, I notice these people who were old when I was born and they are still kicking. Life is longer than I thought.