Have you ever had one of those moments where you look up at the clock and it’s three hours later than you thought it was? For a race that managed to event the clock we’re pretty terrible at keeping time sometimes.
Time may fly when you’re having fun, but only in the sense that we lose our sense of it. Not that I’m implying anyone thinks that time has wings (even though there could be a couple of people out there, I’m not going to pretend that I don’t think it’s possible for people to be that silly), but that common phrase appears to put the blame for the seemingly faster passing of time on time itself rather than the person tracking it.
Typical humans, always looking for someone else to blame.
It makes it sound like time’s giving you the finger, but part of the fabric of the universe isn’t exactly capable of giving you the finger once it finds out that you’re enjoying yourself.