Each time I think I've created time for myself, along comes a throwback to disrupt my private space.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I'm compulsively on time. It drives me insane when people are late.
I always think that I have plenty of time for everything, and then the reality of it doesn't quite match up.
Ever since I was a kid, I've wanted to set a time that nobody can touch for many years.
Time alone is irreplaceable. Waste it not.
I never have time to myself; it's the one thing about my life I would probably hope to change.
I think I have a strange relationship with time. I'm not really aware of that time passing. I don't feel that I'm wasteful with time. But I'm not aware of it passing.
I love the freedom of having my own space and my own place and doing things on my terms, and not really having to think about anybody else's schedule.
You're not just this person who's from your own specific experiences, but the collective experience of what makes you who you are because of time.
I love time with family and friends, but completely relish time on my own when I have no agenda to follow, no to-do's, just me and time alone.
The way I spend my time is very isolated and cut off.