Seven Years Later
It’s a day in 7th grade math class where the teacher is doing some kind of problem using an overhead. For the first time, a student in my class is wearing contact lenses.
Of course, the guy had no idea what the fuck he was doing (he later dated a series of fat girls) and had to keep going to the bathroom to fix his contacts because like I said, he had no idea what the fuck he was doing.
That wasn’t a very good first impression because since then, I’d thought that contact lens would just be endless fidgeting for a solely cosmetic improvement.
My parents even told me some kind of horror story about a cousin who once got them and that it only worsened her vision (as was likely the case back then with contact lenses that had awful oxygen circulation).
So, I just never thought it would be worth getting contact lenses.
Fast forward seven years and I just got my first fistful of contacts today. My eyes are really red from me practicing putting them in and then taking them out. I still couldn’t get them right because my eyes are still a touch blurry after blinking.
It’s gonna take a little while to get used to wearing them, but I’m ultimately happy that I’ve finally taken another step into the fucking 21st century. They’re helpful for not looking like a loser and looking cooler when playing sports.
So, seven years later, I’ve gotten contacts lenses, and they are, yes, endless fidgeting for a solely cosmetic improvement.
