The Ritual of Watch-Buying

Over the weekend, I came to be in possession of a small fortune disguised as a handsome wristwatch. Thanks, mom. Thanks, dad. This is the first time I had a watch worth this much. I’m probably wearing the most expensive item I own on my wrist. But this post is not to brag. This watch feels like a burden to me.

My previous watches had never cost more than half a thousand but I liked them. They were hardy and casual and they told the time. And frankly, that’s all anyone should ask from a timepiece of any sort. I wear my watches to sleep and to bathe and I almost never take them off. They would be there when I’m engaging in sports and other activities, where sometimes, my wrist would clash with a hard surface. Those watches did the job of protecting me, as watches should. I treat my watches a sort of wrist armor. Of course, they inevitably became scratched, but the well-worn state made them look even better. It symbolises the rough times we had together (hah! A pun.)

But now, I’m not wearing an armor anymore, despite it being more expensive than the sum of all the watches I’ve ever worn. The roles are reversed; where watches previously protected me, now I’m supposed to care for my new timepiece. This sounds slightly exaggerated, but in some sense, that’s the way I feel. “We love things and we use humans.” My life is going to be radically different from now on. These gears and springs in a glass cylinder attached to a shiny chain is going to control my life from time to time: making me waste minutes to clean it, to be mindful enough to remove it before games, to give me a day or more of rummaging through hell if I ever lose it…

However, on the flipside, I guess it also represents something more significant though: a proof that my parents are confident of my responsibility to own an expensive timepiece. Perhaps in their eyes, I am finally a man.

On hindsight, this post seems like a boy whining about his new responsibility and a bad idea. I guess I have to man up to see that it is a milestone everyone will experience: the ritual of watch-buying and with it, the wearer’s coming of age. But on a side note, this timepiece may be representing something entirely different: the panic buying as a response to my government’s upcoming implementation of the Goods & Service Tax (GST).

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The Ritual of Watch-Buying

9 thoughts on “The Ritual of Watch-Buying

  1. First I wanted to let you know that the theme color you have chosen makes it difficult to see the writing as the writing is a gray. Some people may not have a problem seeing it while others (like me) will. I think it was a very sweet and wonderful thing your parents did for you by buying you that pricey watch. It tells me that they value you and view you as worthy of wearing it and it is nice to have something that nice! I can understand where you are coming from regarding taking care of it, but that comes with maturing – we are given things (cars, homes, jobs, wives, husbands, children…) to be responsible for and take care of. Seems to me that watch is symbolic of that.

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    1. Thanks for the feedback!! Alright maybe I would change it to a lighter grey, or even white, we’ll see. I have a question: how do I change the settings such that people can read my entire post on their Reader?

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      1. I’m reading your comment on my reader. The reader I have I can view the entire post on the reader. On my email, I have to go into the internet to view most posts. That is except for some themes. My theme a person can read my entire post in the email. You need not be shy to ask WP because they have “Happiness Engineers” that answer our questions. They are paid for it. It’s their job!

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