SOMEWHERE IN NEVERLAND
I’ve had glasses on my face since the second grade. Starting out, I only had reading glasses but a short two years later my prescription had completely flipped into giving me four eyes for the rest of my life. Of course, as a fourth grader, I hated my glasses and wanted absolutely nothing to do with them. “They aren’t cool,” I thought a million times before finally accepting my fate and wearing them.
Obviously, over the years, my prescription has gotten much worse and I’ve grown to care much less about what people think about the plastic things that sit upon my face that help me see. Until recently, there was never a light at the end of the tunnel. I could never get contacts in after numerous attempts and eye doctors and it just seemed that I was going to have glasses forever. But finally, there is a light, and (as I briefly mentioned in my column last week) I will no longer have my signature Ray-Bans on March 19.
I have a variety of emotions about my upcoming Lasik surgery. Terrified, is obviously one of those emotions, which I’m sure that’s the typical feeling going into a surgery that slices your eyes open. I also think I’m terrified of the surgery because my glasses have become part of who I am and I’m not sure what I’m going to do when I don’t have them to hide behind anymore. I’m sad that I’m losing that part of myself that I’ve had for the majority of my life.
I’ve had the same style of Ray-Bans since eighth grade (it would’ve been the same pair if I hadn’t broken my original pair my junior year of high school in a tear filled accident trying to clean them). Regardless of this being the end of an era for me, I know it’ll be a good thing because I’m ready for a change and I’ll at least have the option to wear glasses now if I want to. If having glasses taught me anything, it’s that they’ll always be fucking cool.
Editor’s Pick: “Brother’s Keeper” by Young the Giant