Imagine youre a rich old man with a mansion. Now imagine you're an avid diary keeper and you like to date&time your entries, but you only own one clock and its on the other side of the mansion from your writing room. Now imagine you're a bit senile and you walk over there, check the clock (lets say its 9 PM when you see it) and then you slowly walk back to your writing room to begin writing your daily entry. The problem is it takes about 5 minutes for your old body to traverse your lengthy mansion but your concept of time is fucked up so you don't really notice that much time has passed by the time you get to your desk. This results in each of your entries for the last several years being around 5 minutes behind the time they were actually written. Wouldn't that be funny in a little fucked up way? There's no purpose to this story I was just peeing (in the bathroom) and thought about this very quickly.
I legit love this clarification (in the bathroom)
