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Feel?
It doesn't make me feel anything. It's simply makes me better than all the commoners around me. I see them with their Invictas, with their Michael Kors. All I have to do is pull my sleeve back and they cower before my mighty wrist. Those five letters raising me above the countless people I pass by each day.
Then I see a guy on the subway with a Patek. He looks down at my wrist, then right into my eyes, into my soul. He has won. I immediately collapse and start weeping uncontrollably.
All jokes aside, it makes me feel great when I'm alone wandering around and I look down at it. I appreciate it for what it is, an amazingly crafted piece of engineering that will last a lifetime. Can't really say that many other things.
When I'm around people, I tend to pull my sleeve down or turn my wrist away. I do get self conscious more than I like to admit. I don't feel bad for wearing a nice watch, but knowing in the back of my mind that there are so many people that have so much less bothers me to my core.
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