Pointed here by Barry Enderwick. Great read, and echoes why my iWatch lay dark and drained in a drawer, forever abandoned in the elephant graveyard of my gadgets (my top nightstand drawer). It constantly reminded me I was wearing it. Telling me even to “breathe”. My own frigging watch had to remind me that I needed to do the one single thing that if I stop doing it, I’ll be dead in three minutes. How dare it.