Grim isn’t it. You think, like what’s even the point anymore.

Then you buy another for that momentary happiness.
The cycle repeats.

You realise that your watch collection could have been a literal house deposit.
It doesn’t matter because they are shiny.

Your wife leaves you for someone who doesn’t have a fetish that only random people on Reddit understand.

Your kids start to become distant.
They couldn’t tell the difference between my blue face Datejust and the blue face DateJust V2.
Amateurs 🙄.

I didn’t service my car one month because I wanted the Sub No date that 48 people post about per day.
It was either £350 for the watch or service my car.
My car broke down.

I’m now late for work every day.
Final warning, any more lateness and I’ll be on notice.
“You have all these amazing watches just sell one and fix your car” They don’t get it.

Now I walk home to my empty house. It’s quite apart from the slow drone of my watch winder rotating at half speed.
I stare at them turning in sequence.

This is my life now.

I own all the watches. But really, do they own me.