Where did my summer go?
I know that time is not passing faster. We would have heard about that right? I mean some physicist would have published a paper announcing the discovery that time was speeding up, right? So, what the hell happened to the Summer of 2011? Is it because I am older that time appears to fly by faster than ever before? I’m not the only one who feels this way. Folks have been pointing this out daily. Will someone give me an explanation as to why days, weeks and months seem to fly by as we grow older?
A scientific or psychological explanation about the perception of time passing would be most appreciated. An old wives tale or cliche would work just as well also.