For years I’ve worn a watch, and for several of those years, it was a calculator watch. I didn’t need to do calculations all that often, but I did like keeping 40 or so phone numbers handy. When I was younger, I was a big fan of watches that could play tunes – just a bar or two of beeps, nothing like ringtones these days.
My watches have always been digital. I can read analog watches, but it takes me a while, and I don’t like how imprecise they are. I like being able to say “2:17” when someone asks me the time, rather than “somewhere around a quarter after.” And, yes, I know that no one knows the exact time anyway – Chicago even sang a song about it.
For whatever reason, this summer I stopped wearing a watch. I have a perfectly great watch, too – it’s just like the one Will Ferrell wore in Stranger Than Fiction, only it doesn’t do things like make me late so I fall in love with someone. At least, it hadn’t. Maybe I should have worn it longer? Hmm.
Anyway, I’m not sure why I stopped. It’s made things more vague. I can look at the time on numerous devices – computers, cell phones, banks, radios – but I have less of a sense of time. I think maybe that’s okay, but I’m not sure yet.