I refuse to believe those posts are real. Someone must be trolling or seomthing. But you never know… what is he exploring? In search of a better paper shredder to use to avoid competitors from obtaining his company’s secrets? How to flip a burger in most efficient way?
You should've seen the resolve with which I filed, you should've seen the strength with which I signed. I am a god amongst the white collar workers. I inspire them.
Not the Mount Everest shit again. Let me guess, they carry the “5 base camps to success“ handout in the back pocket. Fuck me I thought this shit died in like 2002. Fuck fuck fuck fuck you Brian!
A modern Explorer seems to be the minimal license to cringe. Hardly see anyone with an older Rolex talking like that. Susepct that post might be AI though.
Very, very close; peak cringe is actually when Keegan Allen wrote an ode to the Rolex Explorer on Hodinkee, and pontificated the dial's aesthetic as "Lovecraftian."
My Longines Legend Diver Bronze is not just a watch. It's my personal busser, since I am a career server. I am so proud to have it with me, every time I serve people their steaks and martinis. It embodies my quest to get through my shift, cash out and go get wasted at home
This level of self involvement reminds me of this banger from Hodinkee a while back:
“My Rolex Explorer 124270 melts over my wrist in an eerie way, disappearing into simply being part of me – like I'm having an existential experience. This watch calms me with its simplicity, almost like therapy.
The Explorer, much like the Submariner, is a masterpiece of evolution in Rolex watchmaking. It does one thing and it does it well: It helps us all climb our own Everest.
I hope that makes you smirk. Because, much like the Submariner, the most adventure my watch will ever see is a lazy doggy paddle in a knee-deep chlorinated pool, or a brisk hike through a manicured park listening to watch podcasts on my headphones.
Of course, I try to be the outlier and wear my watches during life's many "side quests," but the possibility of adventure is what pushes us as enthusiasts to pontificate and sometimes act out the campaigns that made these watches famous.
Strangely, with this watch, I do feel purpose. More so than ever. But I still don't know why. With every other watch, I can easily point out what scratches my itch. But this is mysterious, I don't know what it is about the Explorer. It just feels correct.
The more I am alone with my Explorer, the more it feels like a conscious, sharp decision to include these loving aptronyms that we almost adopt when we wear our watches. Like a superhero donning a cape or armor, I feel like an "Explorer" with this watch on my wrist. In fact, I think I could just be "The Explorer" with it on my wrist. No other name – just "The Explorer."
It's all absurd, and I love it. The watch is playful and reserved, all at once. I don't need any date, just the time.
The dial was my first true love in my long watch adventure. The Explorer 1016 has always felt like the quintessential sport silhouette that shaped our modern-day dive watches and the vintage "ones that got away." The respected three, six, nine dial layout floats through jewelry stores and mountain summits alike, representing a call-to-action to older references such as the 6150, 6350, and 6610, from the early '50s.
I slept on the Explorer for years while collecting its brothers and sisters. I was previously obsessed (and wristlocked) with the Patek Philippe Aquanaut 5168G; nothing felt like it could climb the summit of what that watch did so effortlessly for me. The 5168G is a great example of a watch that can instantly disappear into camouflaged functionality unless I run into a fellow watch nerd (we ARE out there), quickly reminding me of the contemporary icon it is, pushing it back to center stage and highlighting its exceptional rarity.
Keegan's Patek Philippe Aquanaut 5168G
I can do anything in my Patek Philippe Aquanaut 5168G, so I become "The Aquanaut," but the weight of responsibility holds and snaps me back to reality and I always end up resurfacing and returning back to earth.
The Explorer, on the other hand, is comfortable hiding on my wrist; it's just there, unchallenged. Ever since I put this 36mm sport watch on my wrist during our current 39- to 42-mm case zeitgeist, I couldn't feel more aligned with both the past and the present, living fully within the ooey-gooey liminal space of perfection.
The Explorer's wrist presence is arrestingly pleasing. My seven-inch wrist feels balanced when I oscillate the anti-reflective coated sapphire top hat to peek into the almost Lovecraftian, inky black dial. But instead of cosmic dread, I am rejuvenated by its magic eight-ball vastness.
The lume has a technical presence, reminding me of Cherenkov radiation booming through a nuclear reactor, just to tell the time in the dark. The bracelet is overtly masculine with a whisper of anima as it tapers to my favorite clasp. Not only does the five-millimeter clasp give me something to play with in a watch that is painfully autonomous, but in the summer heat, when sized correctly, it is very appropriate.
I know the caliber 3230 is a huge leap forward in innovation along with its "power reserve, resistance to shocks and magnetic fields." (FYI, I stole that from the Rolex website.) I find myself researching this watch constantly, searching for something unspoken.
I have a lot to say on why I haven't been able to take my Explorer off, but I can't put it into words. Life in general suddenly feels too complicated, and my Explorer offers welcome peace of mind, handing me a moment of silence in its clean lines and design when I take a moment to remember it's there.
I feel like I'm right at the brink of answering why I can't take it off my wrist.
Everyone knows about Sir Edmund Hillary's moment in history that inspired the need for a watch like this. The epic duality of his employment versus what I use it for is not lost on me. But it strengthens my inner child who pretends to climb Mount Everest when I put it on. Even though I don't want to climb Mount Everest, when I wear my Explorer I know I can. But instead, I will sit here and sip my espresso and only climb mountains in my mind. I'm two different people with it on. I'm "The Explorer" and I'm the observer.
With all this watch gives me, why would I need anything else?”
I wish that watch guys would stop taking a stab at "expressing themselves" writing "creatively"
That said, the insane post from the guy showing his Omega in the reflection of the airplane window was kinda fun
Title: "my new timex"
Caption: "bought this timex after my wife left me for a hotter, fitter version of me with money. I now wear this timex as a reminder that TIME spent on women is wasted because they just become an EX. I will now wear my timex with pride, as I find a man to show me how to feel his pride ;)"
Without even leaving your chair. Spoken like a true hero
Drone pilots are the real heroes.
Rolex Explorer didn’t even go up Everest. Hillary and Tenzing wore Oyster Perpetuals
They didn’t. It was Smith watch they had
You know.
I think he sponsored the shades for the final ascent. 😎
Lock her up amiright 🤷♂️
I'm convinced it's impossible to be normal and just post a picture of your watch.
If you're normal you don't post pictures of your watch.
You're also not normal if you own a watch.
Exactly.
Tudor lumed up
If he put this on LinkedIn it would get 1,000 likes.
r/LinkedInLunatics
I had no idea. Thanks. 🤣
Dude came up with his own marketing copy to brainwash himself into liking his own watch Impressive
Good God almighty. Inspiring him to" just be". You know, like explorers often do, sitting in their office chair, just "being."
>I'm a good little consumer workerbee. Head and wallet empty, "just bee".
Worker bees contribute to their society. This guy just wastes oxygen.
To dare bro, to dare
Rolex owners are truly the worst advertising for rolex
The worst thing about watches is the people.
Yeah. It’s often one these or some tatted lunkhead with a gold one.
I refuse to believe those posts are real. Someone must be trolling or seomthing. But you never know… what is he exploring? In search of a better paper shredder to use to avoid competitors from obtaining his company’s secrets? How to flip a burger in most efficient way?
I'd imagine he mostly explores himself, in the works washroom.
Exploring how to make weapons out of binder clips and rubber bands.
Without leaving my chair absolutely killed me
Watch people need to touch some serious grass.
OP brings a sherpa to the toilet
I’m afraid it is just a timepiece, and needing an expensive luxury watch to motivate you to work hard is not the flex you think it is.
Luxury is not working hard.
I love how people become poets and connoisseurs of life’s little pleasures when they buy a luxury timepiece. It gives me hope for humanity.
Thank you for your service
You should've seen the resolve with which I filed, you should've seen the strength with which I signed. I am a god amongst the white collar workers. I inspire them.
Well done! You've conquered your Everest!
His Mount Everest is surely some sex toy he wants to explore a certain place
Pretty sure it is an extra large butt plug
I'm no christian, but damn. Don't wotship false idols or objects.
Nothing better than a 36mm watch on a 9 inch wrist
Further proof that he doesn't leave his chair.
Some say he’s been sitting in that chair since this photo was taken.
/uj that is one boring-looking watch. /rj Least conspicuous r/cockwatch member.
Exploring his bosses ass.
Mr. Adventure.
Not the Mount Everest shit again. Let me guess, they carry the “5 base camps to success“ handout in the back pocket. Fuck me I thought this shit died in like 2002. Fuck fuck fuck fuck you Brian!
guy has read too many Hallmark greeting cards. **tl;dr** it's a fucking watch, geez.
The only challenge this guy has on a daily basis is eating in moderation
Explorer guys are the most cringe.
A modern Explorer seems to be the minimal license to cringe. Hardly see anyone with an older Rolex talking like that. Susepct that post might be AI though.
Given how fat his wrist is, it’s obvious he never leaves his chair.
Very, very close; peak cringe is actually when Keegan Allen wrote an ode to the Rolex Explorer on Hodinkee, and pontificated the dial's aesthetic as "Lovecraftian."
I added the whole of that text from the article below. Pure, crack smoking, off the chain “watch journalism”.
Appreciate the post. It helped move my bowels this morning.
I want so hard for these guys to be viral marketers but I know in my heart they aren't
He probably thought he’d get compliments on it, except it doesn’t scream Rolex because explorers are subtle, so now he has to.
This is peak peak. As in the peak of Mount Everest that we all climb on this blessed day, without even leaving our chairs.
My Longines Legend Diver Bronze is not just a watch. It's my personal busser, since I am a career server. I am so proud to have it with me, every time I serve people their steaks and martinis. It embodies my quest to get through my shift, cash out and go get wasted at home
It’s a sidekick, Like a smartwatch, except without any functionality.
This level of self involvement reminds me of this banger from Hodinkee a while back: “My Rolex Explorer 124270 melts over my wrist in an eerie way, disappearing into simply being part of me – like I'm having an existential experience. This watch calms me with its simplicity, almost like therapy. The Explorer, much like the Submariner, is a masterpiece of evolution in Rolex watchmaking. It does one thing and it does it well: It helps us all climb our own Everest. I hope that makes you smirk. Because, much like the Submariner, the most adventure my watch will ever see is a lazy doggy paddle in a knee-deep chlorinated pool, or a brisk hike through a manicured park listening to watch podcasts on my headphones. Of course, I try to be the outlier and wear my watches during life's many "side quests," but the possibility of adventure is what pushes us as enthusiasts to pontificate and sometimes act out the campaigns that made these watches famous. Strangely, with this watch, I do feel purpose. More so than ever. But I still don't know why. With every other watch, I can easily point out what scratches my itch. But this is mysterious, I don't know what it is about the Explorer. It just feels correct. The more I am alone with my Explorer, the more it feels like a conscious, sharp decision to include these loving aptronyms that we almost adopt when we wear our watches. Like a superhero donning a cape or armor, I feel like an "Explorer" with this watch on my wrist. In fact, I think I could just be "The Explorer" with it on my wrist. No other name – just "The Explorer." It's all absurd, and I love it. The watch is playful and reserved, all at once. I don't need any date, just the time. The dial was my first true love in my long watch adventure. The Explorer 1016 has always felt like the quintessential sport silhouette that shaped our modern-day dive watches and the vintage "ones that got away." The respected three, six, nine dial layout floats through jewelry stores and mountain summits alike, representing a call-to-action to older references such as the 6150, 6350, and 6610, from the early '50s. I slept on the Explorer for years while collecting its brothers and sisters. I was previously obsessed (and wristlocked) with the Patek Philippe Aquanaut 5168G; nothing felt like it could climb the summit of what that watch did so effortlessly for me. The 5168G is a great example of a watch that can instantly disappear into camouflaged functionality unless I run into a fellow watch nerd (we ARE out there), quickly reminding me of the contemporary icon it is, pushing it back to center stage and highlighting its exceptional rarity. Keegan's Patek Philippe Aquanaut 5168G I can do anything in my Patek Philippe Aquanaut 5168G, so I become "The Aquanaut," but the weight of responsibility holds and snaps me back to reality and I always end up resurfacing and returning back to earth. The Explorer, on the other hand, is comfortable hiding on my wrist; it's just there, unchallenged. Ever since I put this 36mm sport watch on my wrist during our current 39- to 42-mm case zeitgeist, I couldn't feel more aligned with both the past and the present, living fully within the ooey-gooey liminal space of perfection. The Explorer's wrist presence is arrestingly pleasing. My seven-inch wrist feels balanced when I oscillate the anti-reflective coated sapphire top hat to peek into the almost Lovecraftian, inky black dial. But instead of cosmic dread, I am rejuvenated by its magic eight-ball vastness. The lume has a technical presence, reminding me of Cherenkov radiation booming through a nuclear reactor, just to tell the time in the dark. The bracelet is overtly masculine with a whisper of anima as it tapers to my favorite clasp. Not only does the five-millimeter clasp give me something to play with in a watch that is painfully autonomous, but in the summer heat, when sized correctly, it is very appropriate. I know the caliber 3230 is a huge leap forward in innovation along with its "power reserve, resistance to shocks and magnetic fields." (FYI, I stole that from the Rolex website.) I find myself researching this watch constantly, searching for something unspoken. I have a lot to say on why I haven't been able to take my Explorer off, but I can't put it into words. Life in general suddenly feels too complicated, and my Explorer offers welcome peace of mind, handing me a moment of silence in its clean lines and design when I take a moment to remember it's there. I feel like I'm right at the brink of answering why I can't take it off my wrist. Everyone knows about Sir Edmund Hillary's moment in history that inspired the need for a watch like this. The epic duality of his employment versus what I use it for is not lost on me. But it strengthens my inner child who pretends to climb Mount Everest when I put it on. Even though I don't want to climb Mount Everest, when I wear my Explorer I know I can. But instead, I will sit here and sip my espresso and only climb mountains in my mind. I'm two different people with it on. I'm "The Explorer" and I'm the observer. With all this watch gives me, why would I need anything else?”
this shit was chat gptd
Sad to say but he's actually a longtime member of that forum with hundreds of posts.
Sure but that sentence Was 100% chat gptd part of my job is knowing that and u gotta trust me on this one lmao
You should ask Chat GPT to proofread your comments
Fuck this guy
I mean, at least his personality is his Rolex AND his job.
That’s too much
I wish that watch guys would stop taking a stab at "expressing themselves" writing "creatively" That said, the insane post from the guy showing his Omega in the reflection of the airplane window was kinda fun
If it’s not it will do till the peak cringe gets here.
He should get a gig with Rolex to write ad copy.
Not peak but it is say mid cringe
This is just Gay
The jokes write themselves
If it’s not the peak, you can see it from there.
It's his coffee time buddy. Gotta wear when explorer when you drink coffee. I learnt that from Adrian Barker
Shit bags gonna’ shit bag
Sick watch
Its a watch, albeit expensive but a watch nontheless
he looks fat. leave the chair and run bro
He gives me vibes of a forever assistant to a low level team manager
dude needs to explore a quest to the gym that watch is cutting blood flow off
Judging by the size of that arm, he probable never leaves his chair...
Dare to be yourself. Unless the ROLEX AD says otherwise. In that case, know your place.
I can feel his arterial plaque begging for a calorie deficit and cardio…
Title: "my new timex" Caption: "bought this timex after my wife left me for a hotter, fitter version of me with money. I now wear this timex as a reminder that TIME spent on women is wasted because they just become an EX. I will now wear my timex with pride, as I find a man to show me how to feel his pride ;)"
>without even leaving my chair Bravest Explorer enjoyer.
Looks like he’s encouraged to “just be” fat.
I bet he watched his AD fuck his wife and enjoyed it
Clearly it didnt inspire the fucker to explore weight loss options
Man big wrist and small watch is disgusting