Succisive

adj. of spare or extra time.

There are a lot of dead moments in life, where you find yourself just staring into either: a) another person's eyes, b) at the television/computer, or c) into nothing. Let's just say that scenario (b) is happening to us. Imagine a very hot and dry summer day, and all you have right now is the television set, one of your favorite TV shows, and an electric fan pointed straight at you. What do you do? What is happening?

Here's what happened: the first thing you did was eat breakfast, and due to the annoying summer heat, you can't take it upon yourself to get up, put on a shirt and jeans and walk outside. You're still wearing that same old basketball jersey, and soccer shorts you went to bed with. Because you can't go outside, you find something to do at home, and Facebook just doesn't quite cut it when there's nothing else happening, so you turn on the TV. You lie on your bed, cross your legs, and flip through the channels, slowly, one by one, looking for a show to watch.

Finally, you settle on one of your favorite cartoons as a child. Boredom has gotten to you already, you're watching a TV show, you've supposedly outgrown. After, say, ten minutes, you've outgrown it, almost instantly, so you find another show to watch. Then, a few channels up, you see an old episode of an old sitcom. So you proceed to watch, only to find out you're in the midst of a marathon. But wait, two or three episodes in, you're already so bored, that you're watching, but not paying attention. You're watching to the point that you don't understand what's happening. You fail to comprehend the humor of an old episode you once enjoyed so much. Succisive moments has done so much for you, you've lost your sense of humor, you've lost your sanity.

However, unsuccisive moments do just as much for you. What do you get when you're on writing a 15-page paper, for 10 hours straight. You realize that you're title, introduction, the first two pages of the body have no connection with what you're writing now. What was I writing about? A TV show? Dead moments in life? The summer heat? And now, school? How did it get from there to here? Succisive moments do that much, you lose your ability to comprehend. Or have you really? Every patch of something is connected to another patch of something through spare, empty spaces. It's impossible not to pass through nothing to get from point A to B. So, going through life, succisive moments exist, and these succisive moments are what fill up life, when you have nothing to do at the moment.