State of Timelessness

Idon’t know if you have noticed that people don’t wear watches as much anymore. I think cell phones, and what not make them kind of unnecessary.

Still, I’m one of those who DO wear them. As far as I remember I’ve always had one. So to me, wearing a watch is as important as say, wear shoes. It’s probably because of routine, but there’s something comforting about always being aware of the time. Plus, have you seen how useful a watch can be if you ever get lost in a jungle?! Not that I have plans of going to a jungle, but it’s good to be prepared, don’t you think?

Anyway, on Saturday morning, my mom woke me up. Now, I’m not under any circumstances a morning person –and I’m definitely not on my brightest early, so when she came in proclaiming the end of sleep I just did the automatic: groan, turn over, and lift of arm to see watch. And it read five something.

Outrage! No one should be up that early. The sun is not even out! It should be illegal! I made it like that to the shower –mumbling and cursing all the way about the blasphemous morning and the damned early risers. When I got out and was back on my room, a little more awake but still aggravated, my eyes fell on my alarm clock. Those big red numbers spelled “8:27 AM”. That shocked me quite a bit prompting my brain to jump start the production of thoughts. Of course, there weren’t all clear, or smart, but –had I been more than 3 hours on the shower? Really?! I didn’t know hot water would last that long! Why didn’t anyone—

That’s when it occurred to me to look at my watch to find “5:18” and the little thin second hand wasn’t moving. Oh Oooooh. My watch had died. So it WASN’T that early…

So now I’m timeless. Well sort of since I borrowed my sister’s watch. But I find it kind of creepy. The actual watch it’s pretty, and it’s usually quiet, but every once in a while, at completely random moments it starts ticking really loud. The other day, I was lounging on the sofa reading, my sister sitting opposite me reading too, when it started ticking.

TICK. TICK. TICK.

Me: Does it always do that?

Sis: what? Me: The ticking, it’s creepy.

Sis: It’s supposed to be creepy. It’s ticking away your life.

Me: …

TICK. TICK. TICK.

I want my watch back. But it’ll have to wait until I have money to buy it batteries. In the mean time, I gotta run to class cuz life’s ticking