They say you shouldn’t judge a man until you walk a mile in his shoes. These days I think seeing the world through someone’s eye is probably more telling. These are how I’ve been seeing the word for a while now.
A couple of weeks ago I got a new pair of glasses—my first new pair in seven years. Admittedly seven years is a long time to wear the same pair of glasses—a point my optometrist made rather vehemently. I really couldn’t afford new glasses, but while my glasses are not the cause of the headaches I’ve been having, they’re certainly not helping. My prescription hadn’t changed much, but the glasses themselves weren’t in very good shape. The most obvious flaw was the crack in the left lens.
I’m not really sure how or when the crack happened. You see my eyes are bad enough that when I take the glasses off, I can’t see well enough to see the crack, and when they’re on they’re just a little too close to my eyes to really see then lenses—which is, I guess, the point. But if course the crack wasn’t the whole problem. Their was also a veneer of filth that just wouldn’t come off anymore, no matter how much I cleaned them.
And the lenses were pitted, and the scratch coating had worn off unevenly, giving the glasses a mottled, sometimes reflective surface that played havoc with the light.
I guess it’s the cure of buying really good, flexible, indestructible frames, is that I can get away with keeping glasses for a very long time. But in the future I think I’ll try to keep the period between new glasses a little shorter than that of a bankruptcy.
I’ll let you know if it helps with the headaches.
Where Is My Spot? 