So, someone asked me about the Dimitrov watch the other day. Took me a second to even remember which one they meant. You know, Grigor Dimitrov, the tennis player. He wears some fancy stuff, right?
It kind of threw me back to maybe five, six years ago? I was following tennis a bit more closely then. And yeah, I remember noticing his watch during a match. Looked expensive. Probably one of those big Swiss brands he had a deal with. Can’t recall the exact make now, maybe Rolex, maybe something else. They all start to blur together for me, honestly.
It definitely looked sharp on camera. Shiny, classy, the kind of thing that screams money. Back then, I was sort of caught up in that world myself, not the tennis part, but the whole image thing. Working this high-pressure job, trying to climb the ladder. Thought I needed the accessories to match.
I remember actually buying a watch around that time. Not a super expensive one like Dimitrov’s, obviously, couldn’t afford that. But something that looked the part, you know? Polished steel, complicated-looking face. Wore it every day. Felt like I was playing a role.
Funny thing is, thinking about that watch now just reminds me of how burnt out I was getting. Poured everything into a project, worked crazy hours. Then, boom. Management changed direction, whole thing got shelved. Not because it was bad, just office politics. All that effort, gone. Poof.
That whole experience really soured me on the ‘image’ game. The fancy watch suddenly felt stupid, like a costume piece. What was I even trying to prove? Shortly after, I started looking for a way out of that job. Found something different, less about appearances, more about actual substance. Felt like I could breathe again.
So, the Dimitrov watch? Yeah, it’s probably a nice piece of engineering. Looks good on him. But for me, it’s just a mental bookmark for that weird period in my life. Realized I didn’t need all that external validation. Haven’t really worn a watch since I left that old job. My phone tells the time just fine. Less to worry about polishing, anyway.
