M'Bob
·I think at some point, we’ve all identified a particular watch model we like, check out the market, and, if we can afford it, rationally go about obtaining it. Many collectors build an entire collection this way.
But then there’s that one that hits you in the gut, like that girl from high school you continue to think about years later.
And you get, and you like it, and you need more. And you keep buying the same model, looking for those ever-diminishing differences to justify another purchase. And each one you get, you see it and enjoy it FOR those insignificant variations, even though many would just shake their head in disbelief.
Now, one could argue that this level of obsession is uncomfortable, that it’s coming from some pathological, untamable place. But is it? Or is it fantastic and joyous?
Here’s mine…what’s yours?
But then there’s that one that hits you in the gut, like that girl from high school you continue to think about years later.
And you get, and you like it, and you need more. And you keep buying the same model, looking for those ever-diminishing differences to justify another purchase. And each one you get, you see it and enjoy it FOR those insignificant variations, even though many would just shake their head in disbelief.
Now, one could argue that this level of obsession is uncomfortable, that it’s coming from some pathological, untamable place. But is it? Or is it fantastic and joyous?
Here’s mine…what’s yours?