After acquiring my first automatic a few weeks ago:
I followed a wild hare spring, and gazed through the sapphire looking glass, and now there is no returning from what is on the other side.
I have been reading about and looking at watches so much my wife thinks I am anti-magnetic and have lost my marbles (actually, I'm not quite vintage enough to have any to swap).
In my case the weight is such I cannot find any one movement to escapement my bezel. I am grinding my gears, and at my stem's end. My anti-reflective state is so evenly applied that I am diving deeper and deeper to a point of no resistance; the pressure is testing my metal; I feel I have no depth alarm or built in illumination; a countdown timer has begun; I'm off balance and oscillating between my perpetual homage and authenticity.
Looking into an mineral crystal Ball will offer no certificate of origin, nor any measurement or indicator of my lifespan before falling into a state of disrepair. A split second, repeater of mistakes, capable of self-winding myself into numerous costly complications; no oversized display of haute horology is beyond my clasp. I may need to locate additional sources of employment to transfer the necessary funds.
Call this attraction what you like (a timely addiction, man toys of the hour, video-game-replacement-therapy, the-less-frustrating-answer-to-golf), but how could such a strapping method of sweeping away hours have escapement me for so long?
I've come to the realization that this is only the beginning...
What hands should deployed to save face? Some type of Formula (1)? (G) Shock therapy?
Or should I delight in the tick, tick, ticking until ending up as time obsessed as the mad hatter or the march hare?