Yes, I'm near-sighted, and yes, I need some artificial objects to correct my vision, but I hate glasses. Before one summer I had had the perfect sight and after that summer faraway things became blurry. Which summer, I don't remember, perhaps when I was 12 or 13. But I do remember that reading books did not ruin my sight, which would later cause other less obvious damages. I've always hated glasses, not because how it changed the way I looked but because of the fact that it changed. I feel being forced to add something that does not belong to my body and constantly aware of the frames, metal or plastic, around my eyes, which bothered me. When I was in high school, I only wore them when having classes because I was never able to walk, run or climb stairs wearing glasses. In fact I was not able to do anything involving physically moving much. I did a test once in the basketball court shooting basketballs, results being in the exact same distance, when seeing clearly in glasses I scored zero, but when facing the blurry board without my glasses and only sensing the aim, I was almost as good as before. So, since I normally sat on the first or second row in classes and seldom turned back, until my graduation, some of my classmates still did not know that I wore glasses. Since I could not get my good vision back, I was desperate to get rid of the glasses, and before long, I turned to the contacts, since when at least I have been able to pretend that I am still the little kid who could see perfectly.
As I said, back to the days when I had to try to ignore the annoyance of glasses in classes, I spent a lot of time walking around only seeing the fluffy outlines of everything around me and relying more on the other senses. Nowadays, if I did not care for my eye health, I could enjoy the clear view 24/7, but what occurred to my long before was that I do not particularly hate being near-sighted. It is regrettable, but I don't take my nearsightedness as an enemy. In fact, I would say it is an unfortunate element in my life having turned into a helpful adjustment. Why so? Well, I remember reading a comic strip where a myopic little girl, who forgets her glasses one day, is amazed at the discovery of a whole different pretty view of the world, which is not my case. For me, it serves as a filter. I guess its function has something to do with my disorders of receiving the outside signals, as if there is something wrong with my antennas or the processing procedures, by which I mean, seeing a clear world can be too much for me. The bright colors, the easily identified people, the details of the buildings and streets, the signs, etc.,they are too much for me, and I always react. I cannot simply ignore them, and being sensitive to them, the tendency to try to interpret, correlate, abstract, conclude or transform the "ordinary" things exhausts me. It sounds ridiculous, I know, but I am incapable to turn it down only by my own will, therefore I often find myself "unequipped" when I want some rest, because without any glasses or contacts, there, between me and the outside, a filter is installed, preventing the external flow from overwhelming the land, which can be left in peace to be only disturbed by the "interior" floods. Of course it is no trouble-free space but the water level becomes lower, isn't it?
