I agree with the OP, time definitely seems to accelerate with age. I wonder if this might explain why old people drive so slowly? Since speed=distance/time, someone with a greatly distorted sense of the flow of time would think he was going a lot faster than he actually was.
Actually, esoteric science based on introspection tells you that the perception of time is related to many things. Some of which is biological and some is mental. Time goes slower when you focus, and it goes faster when your attention wanders. There are monks who said that time stands still when their focus reached maximum. Many baseball players have claimed that there have been time when their focus was so intense that a 90+ mph fast ball went so slowly that they can even see the thread of the ball, and they have all the time in the world to decide what to do with the ball.
I'm one of the oldest people here (64). I don't perceive time as flowing any more slowly now than I did earlier in my life. It's still just as long a wait from one meal to the next, from last Monday's episode of "Kyle XY" to tonight's season finale, from the Jean-Luc Ponty concert in June until "Zappa Plays Zappa" in November, from our last vacation abroad until the one we have planned for next year. Rather than a time compression in the present, I notice a dilation in the past. I review the highlights in my life between 1997 and 2007, and I don't see much change. But if I look at the time slice from 1957 to 1967, it seems like I passed through three or four lifespans. I started at a new high school making all new friends in 1957. By 1967 I had graduated high school, learned to play guitar, got a driver's license, gone off to college and made another batch of friends, got a motorcycle, transferred to a different college and made another batch of friends, got married, and had just started my first real adult job. Also several milestones I don't talk about in public. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! In retrospect things appear to have happened much more quickly when I was younger, but it didn't feel like it.
Do you have a disease of some sort that affects people? There's a whole lot of people suffering tonight From the disease of conceit. Whole lot of people struggling tonight From the disease of conceit. Comes right down the highway, Straight down the line, Rips into your senses Through your body and your mind. Nothing about it that's sweet, The disease of conceit. There's a whole lot of hearts breaking tonight From the disease of conceit, Whole lot of hearts shaking tonight From the disease of conceit. Steps into your room, Eats your soul, Over your senses You have no control. Ain't nothing too discreet About of disease of conceit. There's a whole lot of people dying tonight From the disease of conceit, Whole lot of people crying tonight From the disease of conceit, Comes right out of nowhere And you're down for the count From the outside world, The pressure will mount, Turn you into a piece of meat, The disease of conceit. Conceit is a disease That the doctors got no cure They've done a lot of research on it But what it is, they're still not sure There's a whole lot of people in trouble tonight From the disease of conceit, Whole lot of people seeing double tonight From the disease of conceit, Give ya delusions of grandeur And a evil eye Give you idea that You're too good to die, Then they bury you from your head to your feet From the disease of conceit. Bob Dylan
Time is going by much faster than it used to. When I was a kid I would complain about 'waiting', everything was so long in coming. An hour was forever. My Mother at some point, told me that when I got older, time would go by faster. I believed her. I just didn't think it would happen this soon. I hate to be the one to break it to you all, but it goes faster and faster. I remember my daughter - my firstborn - as a baby holding my finger and being fastinated with my nose. She's now thirty-one and my youngest kid is in the U. S. Army in Korea. The interim is a blur...