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So, I had to get glasses. I fucking hate them. They're ugly, they give me a headache and make me dizzy, and everything looks farther away than it is, so I'm constantly groping around like a retard when I try to grab something. I wish I'd never gone to the eye doctor in the first place. I wasn't going to wear them at all, they were just going to be very, very expensive coffee table decorations in my new apartment, but my dad smacked me in the face with some logic, so I feel like I have to now.

See, my dad is an optometrist, and though we're not close and I don't actually like him very much as a person or a father, he does know his shit when it comes to glasses. So, since the eye people here in Idaho are fucking incompetent, lazy assholes and wouldn't explain what the hell all those numbers in my prescription mean, I called my dad in Ohio to ask if my vision would get worse if I didn't wear my glasses. I also called him to beg him to adjust my glasses right* as soon as I get into Columbus in September. He said that my vision wouldn't get worse if I didn't wear my glasses, but I have a pretty hefty prescription, so I probably really need to wear them. The whole reason I went to get them in the first place was that I was getting terrible headaches all the time, so if these would make those stop, that would be a good thing, right? (*sigh*) He said I should wear them for two weeks to get used to them, and then after that I could just wear them when I'm doing things that give me eye fatigue and strain and give me headaches. Unfortunately, this means I'll have to wear them pretty much all the time, since reading, using a computer, driving (especially at night), watching TV, and sitting in buildings with flourescent light gives me headaches. And sometimes I get eye-headaches when I'm tired.

Fuckin' A. I can't fucking stand the way I look with glasses. I'm not a vain person, honestly. I just hate to make things worse, is all.


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* = The lady who made my glasses refused to adjust them right. She kept saying "Well, they look straight" in this tone of voice that implied I was just trying to make trouble. Then she'd push on the left nose pad a little (it needs to come in and the left lense needs to come up a bit), but she wouldn't do it hard enough to actually move it. Now most of the weight of the glasses is resting on the right side of my nose. The mark on that side of my nose is quite a fetching shade of neon pink.