For as long as I had eyeballs, I had a squeamish eye thing. I called the cops on my dad when he was forcing eye drops into my eyes when I had an eye infection at 5 years old. I can never use eyedrops. I couldn’t watch the Mrs. or the kid brother put on their contacts. But today, yes, today… I am wearing contacts.
The girl at the eye place spent an hour with me, teaching me to put those suckers in. In an hour, I could only take them off. I got home. Forgot about the frustration. And with the powers of ADHD, 5 minutes later I gave it another shot. I successfully laid a pair of contacts into my eyes… Not once, but twice!!! (I thought I flipped the left and right so I had to take ‘em off to see of I did).
Why the sudden urge to engage in an act so vile and so unnatural to me? The Giants. I have 8 fitted caps and now that it’s baseball season, my caps will be in heavy rotation. I admit, I was being a little pansy during the 1.5 months I wore a fitted during the Postseason last year. Caps and glasses hurt a dude’s ear after 12 hours of hood-reppin’ To wear a cap without that pressure is awesome.
And when I snowboard, I can see clearly behind my goggles.
Oh vanity. Oh Giants. But hey… I got over my damn fear.