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Telling the Time vs. Wearing a Watch
It's been several years since I wore a watch. I'm not sure if that's normal. Almost everyone I know has them. I have them but they sit in a drawer in my house. They are pretty but I don't care for them much.
I'm pretty high strung, so the added pressure of a watch seemed to get on my nerves. One day I forgot my watch. I didn't miss it. Increasingly, I'd forget to wear one. Until I stopped entirely.
These days I don't wear one. Of course, I also have a mobile phone that I can look at to tell the time. Or my PC. Or someone else's watch.
I find that I check the time less and less though. Much of the time, I instinctively can say what time it probably is. I'm usually within 15 mins of the correct time.
Sometimes I'll forget to set my alarm in the morning but it's really only to make sure I don't forget. Most morning's I'll wake up a minute before it rings, or even earlier. I think because I don't wear a watch, my body has learned to tell the time somehow.
Last year during my masters I even forgot to wear a watch to an exam. For exams I'll usually take one with me.
But I really don't miss watches. I think if I wore a watch I'd be even more electric and speeded up than I already am.
Do you wear a watch? How do you feel about watches? Can you tell the time instinctively? What do watches do (or not do) for you?
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Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others' dreams.
Fernando Pessoa, 1918
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