Unlike most of my friends I have been blessed/ cursed with not needing
glasses. You may think this is good because hey, I can see fine and I
don’t have a piece of metal, plastic and glass sticking into my nose
all the time. I am, however, NOT fine with it. I love glasses … And
I WANT THEM.
I am partially convinced that glasses are the epitome of awesome, and
that you immediately look better (smarter) when you have them. Not to
mention that you can only, in my opinion, get away with having short
hair as a girl with them.
Because of my misfortune, I have a pass time of trying on other people’s
glasses. This is actually very amusing (as long as you’re careful not
to break or get finger prints on the glasses of course). You stick
them on and immediately you see the world in a new light (literally).
Everthing is blurry or has no depth… And then you walk around like a
My one friend probably has the worst eyes I know. They’re terrible! I
wonder sometimes when they tell me they can see things, even the
general blur to distinguish someone. When I put on their glasses it
almost floors me, and if I last long enough, the entire world wavers
between extreme blur and focus. I am a person who is easily amused, so