"He that is strucken blind cannot forget, the precious treasure of his eyesight lost." - Romeo and Juliet, Act I, Scene I
Thank my wife for this literal interpretation of a metaphor that's loosely connected to a figurative interpretation of this week's theme. (Honestly, before that I was stumped).
I remember the first time I got glasses, but I don't remember how old I was. What I do remember is that I didn't even realize anything was wrong with my eyes until my parents wanted to figure out why I was having trouble in school (well, that was only part of the problem...).
My first pair of glasses were these ugly blue rimmed things with huge, 80s-style lenses. These things were so ugly, they're not even retro today. Hipsters wouldn't touch them even if no one else in the world had a pair. So ugly. I don't even remember how they were selected to be worn on my face.
The glasses I wear today (see recent photos of me on Flickr), many years and expensive pairs later (at least one pair lost to a mosh pit, good times good times), I actually really like. They're really stylish and comfortable. Like this interpretation, my wife helped me pick them out, too.
I'm probably not remotely close to being legally blind, but it can be quite an impairment nonetheless; going to the pool (which I don't do often) is actually an uncomfortable experience for me without glasses. On the flipside of that, I trained in kung fu for years without wearing my glasses during class and became perfectly comfortable sparring without them. If I went without them for longer periods I'm sure I would get used to that reality and feel less uncomfortable over time, but I'm thankful I don't have to worry about that.
FYI, it's REALLY difficult to be holding glasses in my left hand, my camera in my right, trying to turn the focus dial with my right pinky while squinting at the LCD until I have the focus just right. It's even harder to do this without looking completely ridiculous. PRO TIP