As an adolescent I read a sci fi short story -- by Heinlein if I recall correctly -- in which a man becomes totally controlled by his watch. It so affected me, I got rid of my wristwatch and never wore one again. It is amazing how -- absence the addiction of a clock on your wrist, or your cellphone -- how much more attuned you become to your own internal clock. And how less obsessed with time you become, and more patient with circumstances and people. And you discover if you really need to check your internal clock to make sure you are on track and punctual, there almost always is a public clock on display within eyesight.
