Clocks slay time... time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life. ~William Faulkner
The other day, a visitor stopping by lamented the fact that just about all the clocks in the house displayed the wrong time. The clock in the living room stopped at quarter till three, the one in the kitchen above the sink at six something, a digital clock in my bedroom a half hour ahead of the actual time, the coffee pot displaying a time thats three hours and some odd minutes off. I just laughed, because its not something that's ever bothered me (or apparently anyone else in the house).
Never one to be ruled by time and clocks, I quit wearing a watch several years ago and I've been known to not change the clock in my car forward or backward for Day Light Savings Time. On the weekends if I don't have plans I rarely know what time it is and even when I do an -ish is usually added to the designated time (as in brunch around 10ish). I am quite skilled at showing up at the appointed hour but there's something to be said for not knowing what time it is.
I suppose some might think its wasteful to lose hours of one's day to writing in a journal, getting lost in thought, or spending the time engaged in conversation with a friend. When I'm not focused on the time I'm more aware of whatever activity I'm in, in that very moment, not worrying or caring where I'm supposed to be next or how long I have to get there. During the work day, I account for just about every minute of my time so in my free time, I prefer to be free. Free to explore, free to do as I please, and free to while away the hours as I choose, blissfully unaware of a time piece clicking away the minutes.