so my head is usually in some kind of haze. seeing clearly, emotionally or psychologically, has never really been my strong point: i'm used to that. but in recent months i've noticed that my actual vision, the ability to read my abc's, has been getting more and more fuzzy. i mean i can still make out what most of the street signs say, peoples faces are still three demensional and i'm not checking out the large print books from the library quite yet, but i have noticed that the edges of just about everything seem soft and fuzzy 99.9% of the time. at first i tried to blame it on my eyes just being tired, i know, denial, but when i recently became aware that i was doing the whole eyebrows-raised-neck-drawn-back-arm-extented thing i had watched my father do when he'd misplaced his glasses i had to admit that my time had finally come...about the only thing i could see clearly was that a visit to the optometrist was probably a good idea.
appointment made...suspicion confirmed...new frames ordered. and to tell you the honest truth i don't even mind that i have to wear glasses. they have so many cool styles stamped with hip designer names...and word on the street is, there are those who choose to wear glasses even if they don't need to - they wear them as a fashion statement. professionals even wear them in an attempt to look smarter, to be taken more seriously.
so i really don't mind wearing glasses for the rest of my natural life...it's just that i had always kind of prided myself on having pretty good eyesight. i could see things way off in the distance that others couldn't. most of my family wears glasses, many from a very young age, and if i was being completely honest, (which i'm not), i would probably admit that i have sometimes felt just the tintsiest bit superior because i was born with "the good eyes". it's not like i mocked or poked fun at the occularly challenged when i was a kid, but i was hugely relieved that it was julie hurnell who failed the school's vision test in the seventh grade and not me.
but life seems to have the ability to serve you up a heaping plate of humble pie in such a way that makes you wish you had nibbled on it a little more as you went along, rather than having to down it all at once! not only did dr. tieu inform me i needed glasses...but she dared use the B-word...she casually tells me she is writing a script for...BIFOCALS...progressive lenses is the new feel-good term for them, (beware the sheep in wolf's clothing). "oh, they're no-line bifocals" she assures me...like that's supposed to erase the 10 years i had just instantly aged at the meer mention of them!
of course hindsight being 20/20...i now realize that if i'd had to get glasses back when i was 12 i could at least have blamed it on genetics; now the only thing to blame is age. father time can be a little cruel sometimes. he has a sense of humor that i don't always appreciate. personally i think it's an abuse of power! but what can you do? what can i say but...
BRING IT ON OLD MAN...BRING IT ON!!!
