my watch stopped

my watch stopped again because i don't wear it enough. its battery runs on light so it stops if i don't wear and look at it. i have my excuse though. i never had to wear a watch during classes before summer (or the situation simply does not allow). and it is really hot to wear a rather heavy watch with a metal band in summer, and i rarely go out anyway. just to find another excuse to make myself feel less guilty for my rather significant and important watch, my right wrist has been fairly handicapped for about 3 weeks now- as a lefty my watch stays on my right wrist so it does not get in my way when i am doing more important things. ouch. my tongue hurts.

there is always something else more important unless your watch is the only thing around. time is something rationed so perfectly well that there should always be a tiny little bit reserved for the watch once in a while if circumstances allow, and only when you really, really need it. but when things happen, they always need more than expected and time for the watch is automatically rescheduled. watches are not really exciting individuals- walking in circles is the only thing they do when you pay attention. but when you do not... they try to speed up or slow down, just to be more interesting in case someone has the rare spare second. trying and managing are not quite the same though. desperate attempts have been carried out in the history of time. it is known to actively desperately try getting into the spot light, also known to simply refuse working. in most cases such watches are abandoned or replaced with something better and easier to deal with. there are, of course, also watches which humans acquire to display, caged animals at the zoo- those are referred as trophy watches by some. if a person owns a watch it is almost always worn. the watch goes wherever the person goes, doing whatever is important at the time, quietly awaits that second of its life. they know that the watch will always be on that one out of two wrists, no matter what. the sky, the ground and the earth will always be here, figuratively speaking. maybe we should as well stop being bothered to look at those- or maybe we did already. watches wait for that occasional second just to inform humans of time- so that humans know how to spend time better, on more important things of course. staring at watches is no interesting activity- but they certainly do deserve more attention from us busy beings. at least my watch does deserve more attention from me, even though it is too hot and heavy for spring and summer and i am too busy for it in fall and winter.

don't forget to say hello and ask how your watch is getting on from time to time- not only when you need to know about time. now i have to figure out a way to get my watch running again- just for your information, it is not even telling the right time. i have no idea in which time zone my watch has been living, most probably canadian but you never know, especially with my paraphernalia. they all live a life of their own, following a set of their own rules. belonging to me is just a cover up or a compromise designed by them in order to exist and live rather freely in our world without being exposed and noticed. hey there is a price for everything you do.

i think coffee really makes your brain go funny. i was talking about my watch! what do i care? a lot of coffee actually. i had the sudden urge to put on my caveman coat and have 5 mugs of instant coffee, collecting and rearranging random things around the apartment, pacing back and forth. and i think the effect is carried over from last night- the coffee was actually not that long ago. if drinking is joysailing aimlessly at sea until you are sunken by a storm or a monster; coffee, lots of coffee, is like riding my usual train of thought but without the already deranged tracks until the wheels fall off. i think i found another meaning for the word joyriding.

but lots of coffee definitely gives you some form of hangover the next morning.

by the way during the evening news yesterday, i was told by the television (which always tells the truth) that 1 out of 5 people in hong kong suffers from bipolar disorder, so they estimate.

hear that? lunch! see? there are always exits of sorts in/conveniently positioned right in front of you.