Live a life of visual gluttony and you’ll have to pay the price.
No, it’s not the proverb of the day. That’s me bemoaning the fact that I have to wear glasses. Seriously, with the number of carrots I’ve ingested since childhood, I ought to have Superman’s vision. But, apparently, if you read all your day and half the night away – and make sure you do it since you turn 6 – by the time you hit the ripe old age of 32, your vision will be compromised too. The option of contacts is always available but, hmm, how do I put this – foreign objects inserted into my eye – yeah, not happening!
It’s not like I totally dislike my glasses. It’s just that they are not conducive to staying where they are placed. Apparently gravity works faster on my glasses causing them to slip down my face (no, it’s not my oily nose), and anyone who wants to refute my very logical point will be in serious trouble. So, watch it!
Fortunately, I don’t need to wear my glasses all the time. Just when I am reading and when I need to see things that are at a distance. So, when I am out and about in the city sans glasses, I am good… usually. Let’s just say I had a bit of a mishap recently. There I was minding my own business, meandering down an aisle in a store with my head abuzz with answers to a crossword puzzle I was trying to solve, when my eyes focused on a gentleman waving and smiling at me.
“Wow, that’s one big smile. Better wave back. Rude to not do so,” I think. So I wave back at him while frantically trying to place him.
Did I meet him at church, or that barbecue last weekend or was it at K’s house? I must have met him somewhere, right? Wrong. Apparently, he was waving at someone behind me and as I didn’t have my glasses on, I couldn’t see that his eyes were trained at someone behind me… of course, that’s only until I waved back. Then he was looking at me and frantically trying to remember where he’d met me.
Let’s just say, minutes after the incident, this blogger found the superhuman ability of vanishing at will. Maybe carrots brought out the Invisible Man instead of Superman in me. Think H. G. Wells knew the real secret of carrots? 🙂
(In response to the one-word prompt – Vision)