185 days or 26 weeks and 3 days or 129 working days or 56 nonworking days

Time period between January 4, 2016 and July 7, 2016 (exclusive) equals to:

  • 185 days
  • … or 26 weeks & 3 days
  • … or approx. 6 months

Between January 4, 2016 and July 7, 2016 (exclusive) there are:

  • 129 working days (1032 hours),
  • 56 non-working days including:
    • 26 Saturdays,
    • 26 Sundays,
    • 4 federal holidays falling on weekdays
    • At least 56 days that don’t seem to work very well.

The numbers of weeks, months and years are rounded down to the nearest full value. The number of days is always exact.

But the sense of time is always inexact. Or unexact. I think it’s inexact. When I tell people the latest statistics, some people say that I am spending too much time counting and not enough time living.

And I tell them that I spend time counting (calculator-assisted) precisely to avoid thinking about living. I’d rather not think about that right now. I’d rather wish we could talk about something else. Because when I do not avoid thinking about living, I see this directionless person who can’t seem to focus energy onto any one thing or things. My distraction instinct is stronger than my hunger or thirst instincts. But less strong than my fear instinct. But stronger than my ego. I have no idea where my id went.

So what can one say, what does one see after 6 months? one sees that nothing has begun. No emergent impulses of creativity or emerging friendships or relationships of any sort. No sense of purpose. No foundation. No drive. No urgency. Nothing.

But I will not get discouraged because it all comes together to form a nothing that has yet to begin. Or a something that is no longer there.


About The Lost Pedestrian

In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me). My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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