Officially Four-Eyes
I have wanted glasses since about as long as I can remember. There was something about the intelligence and sophistication that comes with a great pair of glasses. My friends with glasses thought my jealousy was insane. It was awful to need a pair of glasses to see. Horrible. The headaches, the blurriness, all bad. So lately, when I've tried to read at night, I've noticed the letters jumping and having to concentrate a little harder to read the words on the page. I upped the font size on the Kindle, but reading to Alice at night from a paperback was ...well ... annoying. Why did the letters move around so much? After a few months, I got an appointment -- the same eye doctor I visited a few years ago -- and got my sight checked. The prognosis was finally what I'd wanted for years. It's the lowest of the lowest possible prescription, but my eyes finally need a little help. But here's the surprising thing: I thought I'd be so excited. I thought I'd ru...