Time Flies; Time Doesn't Fly

A common English idiom maintains that "time flies when you are having fun." Common parlance also routinely admonishes a slow work day for being one in which time descends to a crawl because of the lack of activity. That the very awareness of time, and the lack of busyness, creates a scenario in which one's existence may seem extended, even if uncomfortably, and even if only by perception and not objectivity. Given the generally universal behavioral drive towards living (as opposed to, say, dying), one might proclaim that, then, "having fun" is indeed against one's aptitude for survival, given that it can trick your brain into perceiving time as shorter; thus, to increase one's very existence on this planet, or at least, their perception of one's existence on this planet, one must be constantly under a state of suffering of the ignominy of routine boredom, something that, to the present author's chagrin, comes easy. However, given also that said time at work or ignominious boredom can often lead one to a certain l'appel du vide, one must also surmise that, no matter how one chooses to express their time, one is either flying towards death, or in the case of the latter, perhaps falling into it.