The way my brain works:

[pilum@fedi.j1nk4l.com]

@Natasha_Jay This has been my brain ever since I was born (older millennial).

[rich@mastodon.gamedev.place]

@Natasha_Jay gosh - so much this, yes!

[rachelthornsub@famichiki.jp]

@Natasha_Jay
You are me.

[natasha_jay@tech.lgbt]

@RachelThornSub
I vaguely remember as a kid in about 1974 wondering what 2000 would be like! Halcyon days.

[zombiecide@polyglot.city]

@Natasha_Jay mine
1990 'when I was a kid'
2000 'a long time ago'
2005-near present 'wasn't that a few months ago?'

[tryberg@mastodon.social]

@Natasha_Jay that is so relatable

[heathermj@mastodon.social]

@Natasha_Jay
I think my brain works the same way

[peterpractice@toot.community]

@Natasha_Jay Mine: anything that happened in the past is “recently”. I must be older than you.

[btuftin@social.coop]

@Natasha_Jay I was born in '75 and have the same scale, but today I experienced a weird reversal when someone mentioned a car being over 50 years old and I immediately thought "oh, so the eighties". I hope it's not a brain tumor.

[ellenb@mastodon.social]

@Natasha_Jay I see nothing wrong here.

[mercurial@todon.nl]

@Natasha_Jay a lot of the time I’ll just randomly write 2012

[dusk@todon.eu]

@Natasha_Jay

Fair. Time is weird.

I recall the duration of 2020 feeling like many years.

[boxofawesome@mastodon.social]

@Natasha_Jay Everything checks out here xD

[stevenray@sfba.social]

@Natasha_Jay sounds about right.

I won't ask about 2017

[chickpeapole@mastodon.social]

@Natasha_Jay Finally an accurate representation of how time actually works!

[exkclamation@mastodon.social]

@Natasha_Jay

[asweetgentleman@mstdn.social]

@Natasha_Jay Are you suggesting there's another way to think of that?

[strange_new_words@tenforward.social]

@Natasha_Jay ... and last week was 100 years ago.

[thebaywindowgirl@toot.wales]

@Natasha_Jay Accurate.

[cppguy@infosec.space]

@Natasha_Jay

Ooh, yeah. I'm just a few years older than you, and this tallies.

But, getting serious for a moment, external things seem more recent than more personal things. Marvelling at the blossom on the flowering cherry trees on the street where I grew up — that feels more timeless, and therefore more recent, than my mother kneeling down and asking if I knew which year it was, because she passed away decades ago and I'm not the little boy I was then.