Watches just ain’t my thing, but I appreciate the interest in kind of a metaway (similarly I don’t indulge very often but find 420 jokes great and songs in praise of weed kind of great.)
So why not watches (for me)
1/ I worry if I wore a watch I’d be checking the time all the time.
I kind of like a more mellow relationship to knowing what time it is. I feel like if I wore a watch I’d be glancing at it too often.
2/ I think a watch with short sleeves looks odd
(I know Shaun thinks this one is absurd 🙂 )
3/ I guess my inner-child balks because it seems too grown up
This might be the biggest and most honest one. A big, metal-y watch and its life-partner “overloaded brown leather wallet bursting with dozens of cards” somehow represents a kind of grown-up masculinity, a kind of accepting of a middle aged responsibility, that isn’t me. To quote Tracy on the Drew Carey show “Ohhho, your inner child pretty much runs the place, huh?”
This view of what a watch “means” is super-subjective, and I recognize in a lot of ways doesn’t speak well of me, but at this point stumbling into my early-mid-40s, it is what it is and I am what I am.
(Oh so my wallet is always some paper/fiber based “mighty wallet” with a custom illustration or carefully chosen bit of artwork on it, very slim and breathable as it rides in my hip pocket, with as few cards as I can get away with.)
Maybe some of it is timing – pretty soon after college graduation (and lets face it school life has a clock in every classroom…) I got a PalmPilot, so was an early adopter of the “clunky rectangular pocket watch” club.