I collect watches because I like collecting generally with interests in several different collecting fields. I collect watches for most of the usual pack rat, hoarder, vintage aficionado, styling, and admiration of mechanical design kinds of reasons.
Underlying all of that however, is the fact that mechanical watches (especially round faced watches)
are my friends. They need me to wind them and set them and bring them to life and I need them to keep me grounded and oriented throughout my day. Watches are always along for life's ride and the experiences gleaned, both good and bad.
I remember being eight years old and being bored with third grade class lessons so would take sneaky glances at my Caravelle watch on my wrist, timing how long beyond a minute I could hold my breath, counting down to lunch or afternoon recess, or else just idly watching the sub-second hand describe its labored circuit.
This carried on into adulthood and the farther I advanced in my career the more I found myself afflicted with boring and interminable staff and board meetings. I am religious and appreciate a good expository sermon, but there can be such a thing as a long and dull or sloppily composed sermon. A surreptitious glance at the watch-of-the-day offers a bit of cheer. Very few watches other than round faced ones are kept on hand here. It's the round faced watches that somehow give me an impression of cheerfulness. This feeling translates to pocket watches and mechanical clocks.
It's round watch faces that is the root of the watch appeal for me.
The Caravelle from the third grade no longer works and any watchmakers I petition to rehabilitate it's low jewel count movement seem to possess faces with mouths that curl up into a sneer of contempt when I inquire. I still have it though.
I probably could use psycho-analysis about my watch habit, but am of an age to not be too bothered about it.