My eyes deteriorated in the past year to the point that I must wear glasses to read.
These days if I want to do simple things like read the labels on the backs of bottles in a store or read a menu I'm in quite a pickle without glasses.
Really in a pickle if the store assistant doesn't feel like reading the ingredients written in 1pt out - probably illiterate, maybe needs glasses too.
As for menus, I have to hold them at arm's length to read them - if the print is big enough.
Really makes me wonder how children with glasses learn anything in school at all!
Makes me wonder how nerds, you know all the smart guys and girls are supposed to wear glasses, I find it hard to believe now.
How do they concentrate?
Without glasses my temper reaches boiling point within a few minutes of sitting down at a computer.
Am I to spend the rest of my life looking for my glasses so I can sit down at the computer and work?
Go on say it. You don't know what you've got till it's gone. But what about things you never have?
I recently set eyes upon a grumpy old so-and-so who wrote me off years ago without so much as a second glance.
Never had a chance to discover a reason - what had I ever done to a person I had never even met? To be really honest I think this guy is really up himself. I believe he thinks that the world has never paid enough mind and respect for his talent and mere presence.
Well, I'm sure he's a great husband and father. I've seen it before.
Just because people treat you like crap doesn't mean that they treat other people that way - it's just that you aren't "one of them". I was young when I encountered him and I did not really understand basics of human nature.
I bounced up to him like a big old dog and introduced myself because I knew who he was and I wanted to talk to him.
He looked down his rather long nose and glared through crossed brows: "Who do you think you are?" I don't know why but you know I can still feel the way my heart sank.
Those were his first and almost last words to me.
I never approached him again. And he still has the same air today. Considering I was a journalist who was ready and willing to write about people like him it was not a great move - but then he probably thought he was in with the in "right" people who weren't ever interested in writing about him.
I never earned his respect.
He has always worn glasses.
Maybe he lives life at boiling point.
But I've seen him laugh - so I think it's something to more to do with a matter of judgement.
This event is a reference point in my view of life - he is an example of the kind of person I've never wanted to become. People think of themselves as understanding and fair-minded human beings because they are generous to others - I've always judged people on the way they behave towards people who aren't "one of their own".
That's too easy. But then for some people, even that is too hard.
These days if I want to do simple things like read the labels on the backs of bottles in a store or read a menu I'm in quite a pickle without glasses.
Really in a pickle if the store assistant doesn't feel like reading the ingredients written in 1pt out - probably illiterate, maybe needs glasses too.
As for menus, I have to hold them at arm's length to read them - if the print is big enough.
Really makes me wonder how children with glasses learn anything in school at all!
Makes me wonder how nerds, you know all the smart guys and girls are supposed to wear glasses, I find it hard to believe now.
How do they concentrate?
Without glasses my temper reaches boiling point within a few minutes of sitting down at a computer.
Am I to spend the rest of my life looking for my glasses so I can sit down at the computer and work?
Go on say it. You don't know what you've got till it's gone. But what about things you never have?
I recently set eyes upon a grumpy old so-and-so who wrote me off years ago without so much as a second glance.
Never had a chance to discover a reason - what had I ever done to a person I had never even met? To be really honest I think this guy is really up himself. I believe he thinks that the world has never paid enough mind and respect for his talent and mere presence.
Well, I'm sure he's a great husband and father. I've seen it before.
Just because people treat you like crap doesn't mean that they treat other people that way - it's just that you aren't "one of them". I was young when I encountered him and I did not really understand basics of human nature.
I bounced up to him like a big old dog and introduced myself because I knew who he was and I wanted to talk to him.
He looked down his rather long nose and glared through crossed brows: "Who do you think you are?" I don't know why but you know I can still feel the way my heart sank.
Those were his first and almost last words to me.
I never approached him again. And he still has the same air today. Considering I was a journalist who was ready and willing to write about people like him it was not a great move - but then he probably thought he was in with the in "right" people who weren't ever interested in writing about him.
I never earned his respect.
He has always worn glasses.
Maybe he lives life at boiling point.
But I've seen him laugh - so I think it's something to more to do with a matter of judgement.
This event is a reference point in my view of life - he is an example of the kind of person I've never wanted to become. People think of themselves as understanding and fair-minded human beings because they are generous to others - I've always judged people on the way they behave towards people who aren't "one of their own".
That's too easy. But then for some people, even that is too hard.