When I was a kid, I really wanted to need glasses.
I distinctly remember the way that my elementary school did eye exams. During P.E., one at a time, they would call us out into the hallway to meet with, who I assume was, an optometrist. She would have us stand a certain distance away from a chart on the wall and read the lines in the order she called out for us (this is eye exam 101, of course, but bear with me here).
I don’t know how often I did it, but on certain occasions I remember failing the tests on purpose, missing this letter, but not that one, reading one line just fine, while bombing another—all in an effort, in my 6-year-old mind, to grant me access to the world of the visually impaired.
In retrospect, I didn’t know what I was doing. More often than not, my answers were inconsistent and the optometrist saw right through me, but I never stopped wanting glasses. Even when I got older and clear lenses became a trend, I got a pair of my own so that I could have an opportunity to wear them when I wanted.
It wasn’t until last year that I actually began to need them.(more…)