Ok, so it isn’t as bad as it sounds…i’m not going to die or be enslaved farther than I have already become in grad school. Nope, I am about to do something that I swore up and down in highschool that I would never do again if I could avoid it…I am willingly going back to glasses. Seriously…they are a plague upon mankind, although a few of my friends and younger siblings who will remain nameless are praising the god(s) that I have come to my senses and will be hiding my face behind those lenses again. For those of you who don’t know, I do wear contacts, very expensive contacts which are created to solve two problems…I’m as blind as a bat without them (although I’m really good at functioning without them, say outdoors, but driving would be an exercise in premeditated suicide because I couldn’t see the lines or the other cars or even my own speedometer…and the other problem is that I have a very harsh stigmatism (not to be confused with stigmata, and if you get that joke you might have stuck around a few catholics too long;-) ) and I notice the farther I get into this semester, the less I want to read because it hurts so much after a while. It was the end of my sophemore year of highschool when I first got contacts, and they were a godsend. I’ve been wearing glasses since kindergarten, but I probably could have used them earlier in life but my parents just didn’t notice because I always was up close building with blocks or reading or coloring…something that I didn’t have to see far away to do. Yeah the TV was blurry, but I really didn’t care because I could ussually quote what my favorite VHS tape was saying anyways (by the way, I was brought up on a nice combination of Mary Poppins, Ghostbusters, Indiana Jones, and Starwars…and of those 4, Mary poppins always creaped me out the most as a kid). I still remember my first pair of glasses…they were the thickest and ugliest brown imaginable, made of plastic with plastic lenses. I hated them even then, they pitched my nose (which still isn’t that big compaired to the long german noses the rest of my family has), they felt like lead on my face and tired me out to wear them, and I so got laughed at. Well as all good parents do, through the years they kept trying to one-up how ugly my glasses could be until I had the choice about what I wanted. I still remember the pair I had that had rose colored lenses with a red frame. I liked red growing up, but really, seeing everything in a tint of red wasn’t cool and if I wasn’t the tallest kid in my class at the time I would have been beat up. That was one pair I was proud to lose at the bottom of a lake:) I realize that I was really lucky to get glasses growing up…but my disdain for them still exists. Unfortunately, I think I am hurting my eyes by still wearing my contacts, and I want to take no chances with my eye sight. I was blind once for about 15 minutes because I let my blood sugar get way too low, so I have a new found respect for my eyes and what they do. And I know a few of my friends will be saddened that I will have to hide my eyes a bit (some reason they like my blue/grey/green eyes). I will see tomorrow how I feel about getting glasses after I do finally get them…and if anyone wants to talk sense into me before I commit this most horrific of crimes, let me know, ok:)