When I was 10 I always wanted a watch. Finally got one. Loved it. Winding it was a challenge so it never really had the right time.
As I got older, I decided they were more hassle than they were worth.
As I got even older (post college) I thought they were cool and stylish so I got a couple of them but still had a problem 1) remembering to put the thing on 2) losing them 3) breaking them.
I realized that no matter where I was, there was either a clock, or somebody with a watch. One more on my arm was redundant. I would never be in a position where I was in such a hurry in such a remote place such that I would need to know what time it is immediately and be unable to do so unless I had it right there on my arm.
Needless to say, I don’t wear a watch, but good-on-ya if you do.
