My, haven’t I been the delinquent. I have had so much to write about in the past few days, yet I have written nothing at all. Shame on me.
Mercy me, where do I begin? How about my glasses? Apparently that warning that highlights a connection between blindness and masturbation was should not be taken lightly. Goodness knows I did. And I have paid the price, of TT $1,600 (US $253, £145) for my lack of consideration. (Actually, that saying could not be true. If it were, the eyes of certain people, whose names shall remain unwritten, would have melted away completely years ago.
When I walked out of the store with my $1,600 piece of equipment perched precariously on the bridge of my nose (I refuse to simply refer to them as glasses – far too simplistic a name for an item of such large expense) I thought I had super-powers. I walked out of that store, and I felt like I should fight crime. I could have seen so far up the street so clearly, I half expected to see around the corner as well. It was amazing.
It did take some time to get used to the $1,600 piece of equipment. Walking turned into an adventure – I kept misjudging how far my feet were from the pavement, and probably looked as though I was practicing for some future moon walk. Crossing the street became hazardous. Sure, I saw everything clearer, but at the same time it looked so strange; I was distinctly aware that I was looking at everything through a piece of glass. Additionally, although the $1,600 piece of equipment sharpened my vision, it also made everything look further away. So how far away is that car? I can’t tell! Do not be surprised if you don’t see me again for another month. Chances are I would have gotten into a car accident.
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