Does anyone remember the Twilight Zone episode where they implied that in between the seconds and milliseconds as we know it, there still exists more time? In this time in between time, there are little blue men that work (in the background) without our knowledge.
If, for instance, you put something down but the next moment you can't seem to find it. You then look around for a while only to find it a couple of seconds later exactly where you remember placing the thing down. You scratch your head and say to yourself that you were sure you checked there a while ago when you were searching for the lost object yet missed seeing it.
The answer? Little blue men.
The answer? Little blue men.
Yes, in that Twilight Zone episode, it is said that these little blue men do mini-cleaning and clearing activities during that time in between time. Sometimes, they fail to put the things back in exactly the same place or they are unable to return objects within the given time-in-between-time available for them to clean things, so they simply replace these objects the next chance they get. These lapses were the explanation for those times when we find things in different places or find things at a later time in the same place.
Well, I experienced the little blue men phenomenon recently.
A couple of months back, MyGirl and I were watching television in Father's room at Cebu Avenue. We were at the foot of the bed and I pulled MyGirl closer to me, away from the TV. As I set her down, I heard my left earring get caught in her hair. I felt the back of the earring drop from behind my ear, having lost the post that went along with it. I wasn't worried because the floor was fairly clear, I figured the earring would just be nearby. (Or so I thought!)
I got down on all fours to search for the two pieces I had lost. I quickly found the back of the earring. It was beside one of the feet of the bed. The main earring shouldn't be too far away, I told myself. I looked around for the other piece. I checked under the bed, used a flashlight, even moved the cushion in front of the bed. Nothing!
I ran my hands through MyGirl's hair to make sure that the earring was not tangled in her hair. It wasn't.
I checked near the TV. Not there. I checked near the cabinets of Father. No, it wasn't there. I moved the electric fan out, and checked there even if that was already quite far away. No luck.
I got MyGirl and other members of the household to search as well. All to no avail.
After a whole lot of minutes looking for the earring, we gave up.
I had worked hard to buy that pair of earrings. Several years ago, I had canvassed several shops, gone back and forth contemplating whether to make the investment on a decent pair of earrings, saved up for them, and everything.
I was quite disappointed that I had lost that particular earring.
But what was one to do? Nothing.
Mother promised she'd have the help look for it.
Unfortunately, the weekend after that, Mother reported that the earring was nowhere to be found. She said that they had checked under the bed and the rest of the bedroom but they could not locate the earring.
That was about three or four months ago. I gave up the earring for lost. I considered having a ring or a pendant made out of the other earring.
Last week, out of the blue, my cellphone rang while I was at the office. It was Mother. She was so excited. She told me that the household help had found my earring ... in the kitchen!
I was astounded. I was happily surprised. (And I was also a bit skeptical over whether the found article was actually the earring I was missing.) The kitchen and Father's bedroom are on opposite corners of the house. These two rooms are so far from each other it was inconceivable for me to lose my earring in the kitchen and drop off the back of the earring in Father's bedroom.
Incredulous! But I'm certainly not complaining.
I thanked my mom and the household help.
(Special thanks too to the little blue men. Perhaps they are secret agents of St. Anthony.)
A couple of months back, MyGirl and I were watching television in Father's room at Cebu Avenue. We were at the foot of the bed and I pulled MyGirl closer to me, away from the TV. As I set her down, I heard my left earring get caught in her hair. I felt the back of the earring drop from behind my ear, having lost the post that went along with it. I wasn't worried because the floor was fairly clear, I figured the earring would just be nearby. (Or so I thought!)
I got down on all fours to search for the two pieces I had lost. I quickly found the back of the earring. It was beside one of the feet of the bed. The main earring shouldn't be too far away, I told myself. I looked around for the other piece. I checked under the bed, used a flashlight, even moved the cushion in front of the bed. Nothing!
I ran my hands through MyGirl's hair to make sure that the earring was not tangled in her hair. It wasn't.
I checked near the TV. Not there. I checked near the cabinets of Father. No, it wasn't there. I moved the electric fan out, and checked there even if that was already quite far away. No luck.
I got MyGirl and other members of the household to search as well. All to no avail.
After a whole lot of minutes looking for the earring, we gave up.
I had worked hard to buy that pair of earrings. Several years ago, I had canvassed several shops, gone back and forth contemplating whether to make the investment on a decent pair of earrings, saved up for them, and everything.
I was quite disappointed that I had lost that particular earring.
But what was one to do? Nothing.
Mother promised she'd have the help look for it.
Unfortunately, the weekend after that, Mother reported that the earring was nowhere to be found. She said that they had checked under the bed and the rest of the bedroom but they could not locate the earring.
That was about three or four months ago. I gave up the earring for lost. I considered having a ring or a pendant made out of the other earring.
Last week, out of the blue, my cellphone rang while I was at the office. It was Mother. She was so excited. She told me that the household help had found my earring ... in the kitchen!
I was astounded. I was happily surprised. (And I was also a bit skeptical over whether the found article was actually the earring I was missing.) The kitchen and Father's bedroom are on opposite corners of the house. These two rooms are so far from each other it was inconceivable for me to lose my earring in the kitchen and drop off the back of the earring in Father's bedroom.
Incredulous! But I'm certainly not complaining.
I thanked my mom and the household help.
(Special thanks too to the little blue men. Perhaps they are secret agents of St. Anthony.)
1 comment:
my time between time moment was some years ago along quezon ave on my way home. after a blink, the lady crossing the street half a block away was about two or three steps BEHIND where you would think she would have been.
of course she could have walked backwards, but that is highly unlikely in a busy street.
no little blue men here, just the concept of time between time (tho' if i remember, even people were moved around in that time between time moments, so my theory then was that the person was moved a few feet away from where she should have been
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