On the fluidity of Time

It's strange how human perception messes with time. I know this is common knowledge, but it has struck me recently just how strong the effect can be in extreme circumstances.

While I am functioning fairly well at the moment, the depression still has odd effects on me; making me more impulsive and impairing my judgment and, of course, the reason I came to write this post. As well as throwing my sleep patterns completely out (at the moment my waking hours are between approximately 11am-1pm and 3am-7am) I am finding that hours can seem to disappear somewhere without me doing anything to fill them. Like the 'time flies when you're having fun' effect, except that it occurs unpredictably whether I'm busy occupying my time or not.

Unsurprisingly, this can get rather frustrating at times. On occasion, however, it has proved to be a boon; making otherwise interminable periods of waiting flash past barely noticeable. It can be very handy in a waiting room of any description, for example. Which only goes to show that if you look hard enough, every cloud really does have a silver lining.