I’m not too sure about “time flying” butif for sure passes waaaayyyyy more quickly these days.
I remember back at Uni the endless days of rolling around and stumbling off to lectures, then ” ” nothing in the afternoons. Had to fill my time sailing rather than playing with my dick..
But as work crept in, family, sailing and bikes.. well it’s been a good old while since those days of “hmmm what shall i do now” cropping up on my head.
But I think it’s more a case of planning to do stuff, you know, to make sure you make the most of the time you have out of work.
So really.. we fill the gaps with stuff and hence “time flies”