watch me

I bought myself a new watch! It wasn't something I planned, though. It just...kind of happened.

So I was at the mall with my friend Aaron, and while walking around I decided to just pop into Fossil. Why not? After glancing at the watches, I decided I didn't really feel like paying $60+ for a watch - at least, not at that moment.

Eventually, we passed Swatch, and I again decided to pop in for a look. Even worse luck here. Nearly everything was an unhealthy mix of ugly and expensive. The only OK looking watches were the plastic ones, which I don't think I should be wearing. Really, the only people who can pull off the colorful bands are:

1) Females.

2) Kids with rich parents (or at least parents who don't mind plunking down quite a bit for something the kid'll probably destroy within a few months).

and

3) Creepy old men who want to lure kids who wish they had rich parents.

I don't fall into any of those categories, and so I left. No big deal - I wasn't particularly vested in finding a watch anyways.

Aaron and I went to Target after that, and on the way to the registers, we passed the watch section. I decided to just take a quick look, for the heck of it. "Haha, Target watches," I had said, a slight hint of derision in my voice.

That was before I realized the watches were only $20. Twenty! Granted, a lot of them were pretty ugly, too, but then I saw it:

(I had to take my own hasty picture because I could find zero pictures of this watch online. Zero.)

Yes, it's Mossimo - which automatically knocks it down several hundred pegs on the "impress other people" ladder. But, it looks pretty nice for a $20 watch, and since my parents already gave me a nice formal watch for Christmas a couple years back, I had just been looking for a casual watch to replace the crappy $20 watch I've had for 6 years.

And 6 years really shows itself on a watch - especially since it was one of those dinky Armitron digital watches. The face had been badly scratched, and the strap holder - or 'strap sheath', if you will - had fallen off after spending a year desperately clinging on by a sliver of black rubber.

If someone were to judge me solely by my accessories, and I'm sure somebody has, they probably would've thought: This manchild still likes to collect baseball cards, watches Saturday morning cartoons, and really needs to grow the fuck up.

At least now if people judge me by my accessories, they'll only think: This man needs to invest more money in his watches.