Some days, I wear my glasses because I'm going for the sexy librarian look. Or the teen movie, stereotypically "ugly" girl who just has to whip off her glasses and shake out her long, luxurious mane (previously confined to a prim bun) to be "hott," look.
Haha, just kidding - I wish. I usually wear my glasses when I am too lazy and tired to put in my contacts.
Or when my contacts kick and scream and refuse to go into my eyes.
Or when my eyes bitch and moan about "things that touch! Make it stop!! Aeiiiiiii!!!"
Contacts are like kids! Or pets!
Anyway, today was an emblematic spring day; i.e., the kind of allergy-filled day in which my eyes were too red and swollen and itchy to even contemplate dealing with contacts. I gamely put on glasses, even though my watering eyes were clouding my vision all day. I think I infected several people at work with empathetic itching by my inadvertently baleful, weaselly glare. I'm going to (HA! already) have a lot of eye area wrinkles, because I've been vigorously rubbing that most delicate skin every spring and fall since I was a kid, trying hard not to claw my eyes out :(
Yay, spring?? [half-hearted fist pump]
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