But I couldn’t find one I wanted.
Now, over six months in, I still haven’t found a new watch. I keep looking, though less now than when I started. But I’m not so bothered about it. I haven’t become less fussed about time, it’s just that I’m beginning to think that I really don’t need a new watch.
It took me a while, but once I’d figured out that I actually carry the time with me everywhere anyway, I started to question whether I really needed a watch in the traditional sense. See, whilst having the time on your wrist makes it instantly accessible, and excellent from a usability perspective, having it in your pocket can be just as handy.
What’s more, when I jump from country to country, it’s easy to change time zones. Okay, I don’t do that as much as I used to, but it’s still a handy bolt on. Also, setting alarms is a breeze (as is snoozing them, instead of responding to them).
It does mean that I’m now more reliant on my N95 than ever before. But is that such a bad thing?
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