I got a new watch. It’s weird, I haven’t worn a watch since I was in college. Since kind of a long time. But I got a watch. And I put it on my wrist today and I had this moment where I remembered something old.
This memory of someone putting a watch on my wrist. Helping me with the buckle. And I’m little. Maybe first grade. Second grade. The grade when you are very excited to wear a watch.
And that snug feeling when someone buckles it kind of tightly for you. Like when you lace up your sneakers really tightly and it feels really good.
I can’t remember how or what this is about. I can’t remember the watch. I can’t remember who got it for me. All I have left is the feeling of it, that happy, safe thing ticking away on my wrist.
It must have been digital, right? It was digital. I was born in 1980. Come on, it was digital. And it was purple. It was obviously purple.
But my new watch ticks. You can hear it when it’s very quiet. I heard it in my office today. I had it on, and then I took it off because it didn’t match the rest of my jewelry. I get overly concerned about matching sometimes. It’s a thing with me. And I had it under a piece of paper, because at work, I throw paper around sometimes. That’s what it means to work in an office. The endless throwing of endless, meaningless paper. And I could hear it, this soothing little noise.
I am amazed, actually, that my life ever gets that quiet. But it does. Quiet enough to hear a tick. Tick.
So I met Zac Hanson in 2004. And it was brief. And I didn’t really plan on talking to him, because I’m not really a Zac girl and because Isaac and Taylor exist. But as I was walking by him, he beckoned me over with one finger. Like, come hither, you. Like in a movie, I swear to God.
And he kind of made me lean in close to him, to hear what he was going to say. And when I got there, he said, very close to my face, “I’m like buttah.”
It was probably one of the weirdest moments of my life. I just laughed. And laughed.