Blurry.
It’s been a couple of weeks since I realized my eyesight is getting worse. I can’t see what Ms. Shamini writes on the whiteboard, and I can’t even see her face clearly. It’s like a bad watercolor painting — you know, the kind we try to fix but only make blotchier with every attempt. (Speaking from my own tragic watercolor experiences.)
So sometimes, I have to sit in the front row.
One time, an international student sat next to me. He was a big guy, and the chair was the usual tiny lecture hall type. This guy kept nudging my arm, and I had to squeeze myself just to avoid getting bumped repeatedly. It was a little disturbing.
Anyway, I went to the optometrist today to get my eyes checked. Yeah, plus 0.25, both eyes. So now it’s 3.00 in the left and 2.75 in the right. I decided to change my lenses, and now I have no glasses to wear. I’m basically half-blind.
Tomorrow, I have to wear contact lenses again, and I’ll try not to be paranoid about having them on for more than 8 hours.
Being half-blind isn’t a good feeling. I’ve always felt a bit paranoid whenever I don’t have my glasses, everything becomes a blur. Things look smudgy, splotchy, blotchy, smeary, name it. No normal-eyed person can imagine what we go through.
We are the half-blind, the squinty-eyed warriors trying to force clarity out of chaos.
I hate this imperfection.
But being human is something I am good at, and imperfection is kind of my main trait. Lol.
If I could change one thing about myself, I’d want crystal-clear 20/20 vision.
