Loving My Glasses

I’ve had glasses for about a month now and I actually really like them! At first, I thought that they made me look like a bit of a dweeb and that they didn’t suit my face, but I guess that’s just because it took me a while to get used to my new look.

Now that I have, I think getting glasses was the best thing for me. Aside from the fact that I can now see much better than I used to, I’ve also been getting compliments from girls who in any other circumstance wouldn’t speak to me. I’ve had random girls come up to me at gigs and ask me where I got my glasses from. Sometimes I lie and say that I got them from a professional children’s optometrist when I was young, and sometimes I tell the truth that my love of live music ruined my eyesight over that two year period where we couldn’t do anything. Either way, it seems like they’re impressed.

I didn’t realise how much I was missing out on in the last year or so. Now, when I’m sitting at the kitchen table I can read the magnets on the fridge. I used to be able to do this with ease, but I guess I just didn’t notice that over time my ability to read small text from a couple of metres away diminished. It’s weird that when things happen so gradually we (as humans) often don’t notice. I wonder if that’s some sort of natural selection failure?

I’m very glad that I made the decision to visit the optometrist in the Cheltenham area last month. If I hadn’t, I would’ve been living a life where things weren’t as good as they could be. I would be living a life where I couldn’t properly see the band on the stage or read the phone number for the plumber on the fridge magnet.