I am going to blatantly violate one of Chris’ cardinal rules and talk (briefly) about my dream last night.
WARNING: THIS IS THE PART ABOUT THE DREAM!
I had this dream last night and at some point I looked down at my right wrist and realized that I was missing my bracelet. Well, that was okay because I don’t always wear my bracelet. Maybe I was running dream errands so I didn’t think I needed it, I’m not sure. Then I looked down at my left wrist and realized that I was missing my watch. I started freaking out.
THE DREAM SEQUENCE HAS ENDED!
That was painless, wasn’t it? And it was necessary for me to make my point. I never, ever, NEVER, unless the world is ending and my watch is melting into a puddle of silver goo, leave the house without my watch. I can’t stand it. It’s like a security blanket for me. I can’t go anywhere without it. I am obsessed with my watch. I like knowing that it’s there, whenever I need it, and that I can check the time no matter where I am. I am not the type of person who can just rely on a cell phone, partly because when I was at Elle, it wasn’t exactly feasible to have my cell phone w/in an arm’s reach all day. I was running around the city or around the office and the pockets of my skinny jeans were not conducive to shoving a cell phone in.
I’ve tried to let it go before, but I’ve never been successful. I experienced serious separation anxiety when I had wrist surgery and couldn’t wear the watch for a month. Eventually I had to just switch to the other wrist because I couldn’t operate without my watch.
I’m not sure what it is about the watch either. Some people can go a whole day without a watch, and it won’t bother them. If they forget it in the morning, they’ll shrug it off and head in to work or off to class. Not me. I have turned back on more than one occasion to go get my beloved time piece. If I am leaving the house, I have to be wearing my watch.
I can’t even wear “fashion” watches. I have some very adorable watches. One to match when I feel like I’d rather wear gold accessories. One that is covered in faux bling. But they aren’t the same. Unless they are my normal, day-to-day watch, I am thrown off completely by trying to tell time on them. I just can’t handle it.
I’ll probably be walking down the aisle in my little silver Seiko. It can be my something old.