It’s about time
I don’t wear a watch. I just feel so restricted when I have some unwieldy thing strapped around on my wrist. I’m kind of a zealot (read: pain in the ass) when it comes to proclaiming my disdain for timepieces, and whenever anyone gives me any trouble for not wearing one, I like to brag, “I’m free from the constraints of time!” What this really means is that I carry my cell phone everywhere and have to dig it out of my pocket, take it out of its case, and push a button every time I need to know what time it is. When I’m at home, my computer doubles as a clock. Basically what I’m saying is, if there’s ever an EMP, I’m screwed. I’m so dependent on electronics to tell me basic pieces of data that I would probably quickly forget which day of the week it is, let alone the date, and possibly the year.
Being free from the constraints of time isn’t very practical. When I sub in gym classes, I’m kind of at a loss because the watches I wore in 1999 have long since ticked their last tock, and the only stopwatch I can find (which I believe came with one of those McDonald’s adult happy meals, along with a “power-yoga” DVD still in its shrinkwrap) is displaying crazy numbers I’ve never seen before. Maybe messages from the aliens?
I have to do a presentation tonight, and without the magic of technology, I wouldn’t know what to do with myself. Instead of going to the trouble of wearing a watch (gasp!), I’ve instead downloaded a stopwatch program. I would like to take this opportunity to thank XNote Stopwatch for letting me know how long my presentation runs. It’s also been handy when I do my class readings, because I’ve developed an unfortunate tendency to pore over the words, trying to absorb everything as deeply as possible, when really, I need to use the stopwatch to force myself to read a page a minute. Stopwatches? Boo. Stopwatch programs? Yay!
Technology has conveniently allowed me to avoid the inconvenience of wearing and maintaining a timepiece by providing new, more inconvenient ways to find the time. I call this progress!
I timed how long it took me to write this.

So that’s where all my time goes.
Maybe I need to start wearing a watch. But it has to be digital. And synced with the atomic clock. And it has to display the seconds. Because as much as I try to avoid time, I’m really super anal about knowing the exact time down to the second.






