rustypants speaks

many moons ago (oh, ok - maybe 7 or 8 years ago) i was told that i needed glasses. i began to notice at the tender age of 30 that around 9pm or so, the captions on the TV were getting blurry. reading at midnight wasn’t quite what it was before.

off i go to get glasses.

for those of you who know me, i don’t do well with excessive touching at times. my sensory input is messed up somewhere. it took 10 years of married life before i could handle wearing a ring. i still sleep in the buff because clothes keep me up at night. if, while i’m falling asleep, lise bumps me, i’m WIDE AWAKE and have to start all over again to get back to “falling asleep mode” (and woe to me if she’s restless that night).

so i get glasses. and i. hate. them. they…. sit on my face? they… get in the way? they drive me crazy.

i go back to the optician and ask for contacts. “sorry” i’m told - your prescription’s not bad enough for contacts. “what can i do?” i ask. “nothing. wear the glasses.”

so i took the glasses off and waited 4 years for my eyes to get bad enough to get contacts.

but recently i’ve given thought to trying glasses again if only to be able to take my contacts out before 1am.

and the result is…

jury’s still out. we’ll see. they’re a lot more comfortable and much less intrusive than the pair i got 8 years ago. may give them a spin at school tomorrow and see.

but i’ll tell you now: i don’t think i’ll EVER get over seeing the reflection of my eyes in the glasses….