A couple of months ago, I lost my watch. I was rather upset, as it was a nice watch and my only one. It was in losing my watch I realised how much of a slave to time I was.

I spent at least a week glancing at my wrist every few minutes to see what the time was, only to remember that I wasn't wearing my watch. At first I panicked and had to either turn on a TV, look at my phone or iPod or find a clock in the house in order to find out what the time was. Gradually, I stopped caring, and my life is better for it.

Honestly, watches are sickening. I had a revelation: all those hours I've wasted in my life just staring at my watch waiting for the precise minute, I was watching the seconds until my eventual death tick away, and I never realised this. Each second counts in this world, and I'm not just going to watch the sands of time of my life be wasted.

Time had made me stressful, and now I don't worry about being early or late. If I miss my class, I just go and do some work in the library; it will probably be more rewarding. If I turn up too early at the station, I'll just get an earlier train and enjoy myself. Who cares at turning up to a party on time, why do you think they call it being 'fashionably late' anyway? Too early for a showing for a movie? Enjoy a few tipples in the bar.

I feel my life is better since I lost my watch, so join me and rebel against time itself!

tl;dr, please post stories/observations/comments/pictures of ducks related to time and time-telling.