What’s that wristwatch doing in your junk drawer? You went rooting around for a nail clipper, and there was the watch, brand new, its minute hand sweeping in a circle nobody sees.
It’s a genuine Mickey Mouse watch, purchased as a souvenir at Walt Disney World last May. You and the family were staying there to celebrate an anniversary with a memorable time. So you bought a memorable time piece.
It’s kitschy, camp, nostalgic and irreverent for an old dude, a piece of fun to wear. A way to say that you don’t take time seriously. So why are you keeping it in the dark? You muse about this…
On the night when you bought that watch, you were at a Disney hotel. Hours later, a news-making event happened there that broke everyone’s Mickey Mouse innocence. The moment is coming back: hovering helicopters and the noise they made. Guests talking in solemn groups. Disney staffers looking un-Disney grim.
The manmade lake there, that everyone assumed to have been a child-safe place of play was instead revealed to be something seriously uncertain in the blazing white of a chopper’s searchlight. You don’t like to think about such uncertainty.
So, now you understand. To the disappointment of both you and Mickey, he is no longer the simple, fun symbol of carefree childhood or bemused adulthood. For you, he now carries a little extra baggage.
There’s nothing you can do, except try not to be reminded of it every time you look at your wrist. So you gently shut the junk drawer. It’s time to get on with the day.