I am obsessed with time.  I have worn a watch since I was 8 years old because of my insatiable need to know what time it is at all times.  If I wake up in the middle of the night to pee, the first thing I do is glance at my wrist.  I just have to know.

What do I do with this information you ask? I guess I just get stressed out about it.

Do I have control issues? Does this stem from a fear of mortality?  Like if I am aware of my exact point in the universe then somehow I will stall the inevitable.

Do I even understand what time is? I am not sure I do.  I live my life at the mercy of the concept of time, but I don’t even really know how to explain it. Yeah, yeah, yeah, there is the transient nature of days, and the perishable seasons.  The earth rotates around its self while it rotates around the sun – but when I try to describe time to The Munch I realize that there is a huge gap in my genuine comprehension.

Munch: Mamma, what shape is two minutes?

Toni: Wow, uhhh well two minutes doesn’t have a shape per se.  It just is two minutes because it is 60 seconds 2 times.

Munch: But what shape is 60 seconds?

Toni: Well it is not a shape at all.  It is an idea.  A measurement of time.  And time is like the passing of …. Uhhhh…. Time.

Munch: Well is today tomorrow?

Toni: No, today is today.

Munch: NO it isn’t! Because you said I could have a lollipop tomorrow! So today is tomorrow!

Toni: Ohhhh.  Yeah I guess you are right.  Today is tomorrow if we were in yesterday.  But we are in today.  So today is today.

Munch: But can I get a lollipop?

Toni: You can tomorrow.

I kind of feel like the Mad Hatter after that conversation.