When I was a little kid, I remember longing to have glasses or the need to use a wheelchair or crutches. Knowing what I know now about psychology, it’s obvious this was a longing for attention that I did not get at home, a classic trait in a child who felt abandoned by a parent at a very early age.
I used to try to lie on the eye tests that were given at school, but this never worked–my eyesight was always deemed fine and I never got the cool purple-framed glasses for which I longed. As an adult, thankfully, my longing for glasses went away, although I suppose this blog is proof that the ‘longing for attention’ thing never really did. O.o
About a year ago, I started noticing that companies began printing can labels in a much smaller font, and that the only way I could read them was to hold them at arm’s length from my body. Squinting also made them legible. Soon, I noticed my bedside light must have been broken, since reading in bed became next to impossible, as the text was too blurry to see.
One day, a friend casually remarked, “Hey, did you notice that you squint a lot? I think you should get your eyes checked.” I became indignant: “Nahhhh, not me! My eyes are fine!” After about six more months of squinting and holding things at arm’s length, I did a little research and discovered that vision changes at 40 are common and that many people (even those who’ve never had vision problems) at that age begin to require reading glasses. I filed that away, but continued to struggle and refuse to admit I needed glasses.
Fast forward to this past Christmas, when a girlfriend who is my age came over to wrap presents. She had her readers atop her head and tossed them to me to try. As soon as I put them on, well, it was a miracle. There was no denying any longer that I need reading glasses. I’m 41, still feel like I’m 18, but facts are facts: I’m old and it’s all downhill from here.
If I’m being honest, I think they’re kind of cute! Yay, I finally got my glasses!