Wristbands...and other stuff on my wrist.

I feel naked without something on my wrists. I need some kind of wristwear...if that's a word. I used to have a watch, which was quite useful and kept my right wrist covered. But then it started to scratch up my wrist, since it was made of valcro. Plus, I got my cellphone now so I don't really need it, even though a watch is more convenient for checking time. I also have a bunch of colored wristbands that are usually for a cause. I have a yellow, purple, green, and blue one. I don't really wear them anymore because I have my checkered one, which I absolutely adore. I love black and white designs. There's something about the juxtaposition of white and black that I find intriguing. I have other bracelets too, including a white one from Fire Island, a beaded one that my sister made, and a magnetic one that is supposed to have a calming effect, but it's too heavy for me to wear. In addition to all those, I also have many bangles from Pakistan. I don't like them very much because even though they're pretty and colorful, they're very uncomfortable and hard to put on.

A Freudian lens may show that I am insecure about myself. I need some kind of security blanket so that I feel safe. My wristbands may be interpreted as this "security blanket." I do agree that I feel naked without something on my wrist, but I don't think I'm really insecure about my wrists or anything. It's just that when I look down, I want to see the distinction between my hand and my arm, in a sense. If all my wristbands and bracelets were put in one box and someone found them, they would think that I loved bright colors and had a bright outlook. However, this may be a misenterpretation because I don't care much for colors, just for something on my wrist.