I'm flashing back nine days ago when I was watching a talk by Sir Ken Robinson. He makes the case that ideas we take for granted can enthrall us ("the tyranny of common sense"). Then, around the 7:15 mark in the video, he polls his audience to see how many members are over age 25. He asks those people to raise their hands if they're wearing wristwatches; most are and do. He compares that result to asking a roomful of teenagers in which, it turns out, none have a timekeeping device attached to their wrists. The proliferation of digital devices has made watches largely obsolete in the 21st century for those who choose to dispense with them, or who never don them in the first place. At least, that's the gist of Robinson's hypothesis.
To my recollection, I stopped wearing a watch when I started college. I can't recall the precise reason why I dropped this habit. Perhaps, like Robinson says of his daughter, I no longer saw the point. Timekeepers are all around me -- as is apparent this time of year when I nudge them all ahead an hour. My wife is also (usually) unfailingly patient whenever I ask her the time, no nudging needed.
I maintain the naive hope that, by not outsourcing timekeeping responsibilities to a watch, I keep my internal clock better attuned. Or maybe that's just the upside of being trained for several decades by school bells.