Today I want to talk about glasses.
See, I’ve had a long love-hate relationship with glasses a majority of my life. I started off, like all children, liking glasses. They were sunglasses, you know the cute ones shaped like animals. They were the best. Then in the first grade my parents found out I was going to need prescription glasses. Truth be told I used to be blind as a bat. I couldn’t see the computer screen without my helpful lenses. My glasses made me look like a geek, so I became one. Still am. Kinda love it. But my being a geek has never suited my mother who was, and still is, one of the popular girls. Entering upon my eighteenth birthday my mother decided it was high-time my glasses were removed. We’d already tried contacts, and no I cannot fathom why anyone is ok with sticking their finger in their eye on a regular basis. So my mother set off to make me an appointment to have lasik surgery. Ok, no big deal. I thought, It doesn’t matter to me one way or another. I wasn’t worried about the surgery, the worst that could happen was that I would still require a less extreme prescription for my “facial enhancers.”
If you’ve made it this far I applaud you for sticking with me, the point is coming. The reason I walked you through all that is because I have noticed a problem with our society as it is. Glasses aren’t loved by anyone if they are actually helping you. It seems people run in droves to get eye surgery or contacts to hide the fact that they need lenses to help them see. The funny part is there are glasses everywhere that pretend to be prescription but aren’t. They are fake. Many people have told me those glasses are stupid. My own sister has been known to don a pair every once in awhile. To be honest, I think it is merely a cycle where we are all striving to be that which we aren’t. Those of us that can see are so desperate to fit in with certain crowds we would prefer to be seen as handicapped in a way. Those of us that can’t see are so desperate to fit in that we do everything in our power to remove our handicap. We are constantly chasing our own tails trying to fit in.
I think glasses are cool.
Now that you’ve enjoyed my little spill I would like to issue you a challenge. If you care to I’d like you to examine your own experiences with conformity. More often than not I regret that I ended up conforming, even if I didn’t realize I was at the time. I would love to hear your own story.
Until next time,