In my early 20s, I discovered that the glasses I wore to see long distances were really handy seeing things close at hand as well. The realization that I needed glasses did not set well with me. I did not like the loss of peripheral vision; I would squint painfully in the sun; I did not like their feel on my face. So I embraced contact lenses when my eye doctor suggested them. And I've never looked back.
Well, sort of.
These days I still wear my contacts (in fact, I'm quite dependent on them). But years of contact lens abuse have taken their toll and I am now careful not to overdo it. When I travel on a plane, I wear glasses so that the dry air doesn't irritate my eyes.
I have a pair with an up-to-date prescription, of course. But I do not like those glasses. Instead, I wear a pair whose frames I do like, despite the fact that the prescription is a few years out of date. For short distances, that's no problem. But in the distance of an airport, I am forced to squint and look closely, like some sort of blinded fool.
Which, come to think of it, is exactly what I am. Someday I expect to grow up and act like an adult. That day has not yet arrived.
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