An Inherited OddityI don't wear watches for the same reason my mother doesn't: I break them. No, it isn't that I am particularly rough on them, or that I am careless. They just stop working.
Well, perhaps that isn't entirely accurate. I should say that electronic watches stop working, while mechanical watches simply run backward. I'm not entirely sure why... Of course, people have electromagnetic fields-- as David Cohen of MIT helped verify in the 1970's-- so I suppose it's possible than mine and my mother's are a little odd. That would probably explain why mechanical watches, which can be effected by gravity and magnets, run backward, and why electronic watches randomly die within a couple weeks.
It's not a particularly great loss. I don't dislike watches, but I am not a mighty wrist watch fanatic either. The truth is that I always found them to be a little bulky and uncomfortable. My father, however, has always insisted that modern ladies wear wrist watches, so he kept buying them for me when I was a girl. At first he was a little annoyed that they kept dying within a week or two, and that replacing the batteries would not make them run again. Each time it happened, he complained about "cheap plastic toy watches." When I got a little older he bought be a nicer watch, with a slender white leather band and a sterling silver face, but it died too. He finally gave up when I turned fourteen, and he bought me my first and last mechanical watch. (It was a pretty ladies' watch and bracelet set.) After wearing it for a few days, I noticed that the time I had on my watch and the actual time were different. My father finally asked me to watch the second hand closely and tell him which way it was going.
"It's moving backward!" I was, needless to say, very surprised.
My father sighed. "Just like your mother," he said. (He loves his wife and he likes watches, so it has always bothered him that he can't give my mother a quartz timepiece. At least my brother and sister can wear watches, so he has someone to buy them for.)
That was the last watch my father ever bought me. I keep it in my jewelry box for sentimentality's sake, though it would do me no good to wear it. Ever since then, whenever Christmas or my birthday arrives, he gives me necklaces and books instead. That's fine with me... I prefer them anyway. :)