I went to the optometrist the other day. Lala worries about my not being able to read things on the freeway as well as she can. I know I can see just fine. But to prove her wrong, I went in, and the doc told me I have great vision (apart from my lazy eye, which isn't all THAT lazy). But I do have astigmatism (or as I always hear it, a stigmatism), and I should wear glasses while working so that my eyes are more relaxed while driving.
So I have the best of all worlds: I get to pick cute glasses and wear them when I feel like it. Yay!
But I have earned it: I started wearing glasses when I was six — thick, coke-bottled glasses. Seriously farsighted, I even had to wear bifocals. It sucked. I wore them until I was about fifteen, when my eyes suddenly got better, and I've been good ever since.
Last night, Lala and I got into a competition.
She said, "That's so cool that you get glasses. You'll look hot."
"Hey, I've done glasses. I deserve this. I had the worst glasses when I was a kid."
"No, I had the worst glasses," she said.
I said, "You don't even understand what I'm saying. Let me tell you about bad glasses. I had the WORST glasses. They were huge, tall ovals with the flat bottoms. Tortoise-shell. With the stems that attached at the bottom of the lenses, and then went UP and over the ear. Polarized. AND THEY WERE BIFOCALS."
Lala just looked at me. She took her time.
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