I’ve worn glasses since first grade. On the first day of school, I couldn’t make out what was written on the blackboard. It was scary. I got moved to the front row but still couldn’t see anything.
These days my glasses almost feel like a part of me, which means I rarely notice them. They’re the first thing I put on the morning and the last thing I take off at night. Otherwise the only times I remove them are:
There are exceptions to the last case, as previously noted.
This brings up something interesting: For me, sex, swimming, and lying in bed are all “fuzzy” activities. A small ring of clarity surrounds me, as in a heavy fog, and beyond this lies the larger world, forever at a distance.
I believe I’m introverted in large part because of my eyesight. Living in a fog turns one inward.
A man signs a shovel and so he digs.
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