I am talking to a pair of reading glasses.
This is me realising that I am wearing them more and more…and more. I cannot sit here, in my place of denial, any longer. The truth is, I need glasses to read my computer screen. When I ignore the glasses, or pretend I do not have a pair, I am quite sure I look like a wrinkly old Mrs Potato Head. I hunch myself over my keyboard, trying to get as close as possible to the screen. My face contorts as I squint my eyes (which, by the way, really does not help), all in a vain attempt to try make out the blurry collection of characters in front of me. I think I actually stick my tongue out sometimes, just to top it all off.
I can hear my mother’s voice, if she were to see me like this:
“Your face will stay that way, if you keep doing that.”
So, I put on my glasses – and….. I can see again! I mean – effortlessly see! I can sit back in my chair! My headache goes away! Things are no longer blurry!!
Except that the glasses make me look like a schoolmarm. Not a teacher, a marm. Also, after a while, they bug me. My face gets itchy. Is this normal?
Really, though, what it all comes down to is miserably accepting my fate: my eyes are failing me. I have always secretly prided myself on having perfect vision. Many of my friends and family have had to wear glasses their entire lives. I considered myself lucky that I didn’t have to bother with them…or rely on them. Or worry about losing them.
Not any more.
What will start to slide next, I wonder?
Wait, don’t answer that question.