I bought myself a present, a clock that makes sense to me. I see the world a little differently than a lot of people do. That’s not a philosophical statement. It’s honestly how my head works. I can’t tell time when looking at a normal clock. The placement and movement of the hands get jumbled in my head. A couple of days ago I was watching a documentary about Admiral Grace Hopper, a pioneer in computer science, the woman who invented the COBOL computer language. She kept a backwards clock on her wall to remind herself to look at things differently. I was stunned when I saw it because I could tell what time it was. For the first time. Ever.
I love my backwards clock. Its second hand ticks backwards, or what people tell me is backwards. To me it moves quite nicely, thank you very much.
There is probably some kind of name for my condition. It seems like there is a name for everything these days. But mine has to do with how my brain orients me in space. For the most part, I do well. I am a good driver and am pretty competent at catching a ball if you throw it gently. But there are things I can’t do, like tell time with a normal clock, or figure out how to move my body in a clock wise rotation. Clockwise, to me, is the direction my new clock moves. I can’t look in a mirror and watch myself brushing my hair without getting dizzy and a bit sea sick. I get disoriented very quickly when I’m working with a mirror. I am horrible at trying to watch someone do something and then repeat the action myself. My motions get tangled up in my brain.
I enjoyed showing my clock to Cee. She was shocked when I said I bought myself a clock because she knows I can’t tell time with them. When I showed it to her, her face went through about three stages of shock and confusion when she realized all the numbers were in reverse order. How I wish I had a camera ready! I did capture her as she realized the hands moved in reverse. She says I gave her a headache. Now she knows how I feel all the time.
There are quite a number of backwards clocks for sale on Amazon, but I suspect that most of them are given as gag gifts. If you are one of us very few who actually think this way, throw caution to the wind, embrace your uniqueness and buy a clock for yourself. You’ll be quite happy that you did.
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