Whenever I hear someone refer to “killing time,” I’m shocked. Just recently someone said they liked to “go shopping to kill time” and I was nearly speechless.
Time is a very precious commodity to me so I can’t imagine purposefully trying to waste it, or “kill” it. How is it that people have, or at least think they have, so much time they are looking to fritter it away? Maybe I am just jealous that I haven’t found those hours in the day, or feel that security, but the idea of “killing time” seems barbaric to me.
I’ve always had a sense that there are more things I want to do than I’ll ever have time to get done in a lifetime – even a long lifetime. So I’ve always been going and doing to get to as many of them as possible. The idea that you’d have time to spare, time to waste, time to kill, is completely foreign to me.
I’m not sure which of us is sadder – people who take their time on Earth so for granted that they want to “kill” it, or people like me who try to cram so much into their time that nothing gets its full due..