Were you ever obsessed with time?

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I'm always obsessed with time. It's just a heightened awareness of the ridiculousness of the Universe I'm trapped in. I spend much of my energy on distracting myself from feeling time and entropy.

When I was a child I was very interested in clocks.

Yes I see the year visually, and also days of the week look like the pages of the diaries we used in school to keep our grades in.

No not really, I've always been the type to preoccupied with what I'm doing to be obsessed with time. I show up when I'm good and ready. That was a big problem in high school.

Does a life-long fascination with general relativity theory count? I was fantasizing about the shape of the universe at thirteen... yes, including time.

Time, in a way, frightens me; because the only reason we perceive it is that the arrow of entropy only points one way, and entropy itself frightens me. But if it weren't for time, we would all simply exist, without process, without change; and the thought of being crystallized like a fly in amber is only slightly less troubling to me than the knowledge that the universe itself is dying.

Yes, I was thirteen when I was thinking about this. Apparently, most girls think of boys and make-up at that age...

Ah, another Relativikid!

I'm not obsessed with time so much, but I used to be a bit taken with punctuality. In junior / senior high school, the class bell was computerized which meant that it was extremely predictable. I used to have my digital watch programmed to be within 1 second of the bell time so that I would know exactly when I would be considered to be late.

I'll still do this with train schedules. I remember a few years back, I sat on the city train and timed how long it took between each stop, just to see how accurate the schedule really was.

I have a fascination with watching the clock tick. I can stare at my watch, watching the second hand move, and seeing how very slowly the minute hand moves from one minute to another. The second hand is my favorite, though.

Is being obsessed with the 1960s like being obsessed with time?