Eyes.

So, most people probably know that one is supposed to go to the eye doctor once every year, even if one does not wear glasses/contacts. Everyone who wears glasses or contacts knows this, especially those who wear contacts - you need a new prescription each year in order to get more. I just returned from my annual jaunt to the local Lenscrafters, where I happily learned that my eyes have not changed as radically as they usually do from year to year - this is a good thing, because it means that I am going blind more slowly. Okay, so I'm not really going blind, but sometimes it feels like it. Especially when I'm not wearing my contacts. I did, however, get some disconcerting news: my nearsightedness has gotten worse. I already have reading glasses, which I often refuse to wear as a form of denial of their necessity. Lately, though, I've had a creeping feeling that they've become more...necessary. You know, more frequent headaches when reading, especially with small print or late in the day. And, as it turns out, I'm right. When the doctor told me that my nearsightedness had worsened, I quickly changed the subject so as to avoid the B-word. That's right - bifocals. I am only 27 years old! I do not need bifocals! I am too young! And, I will stick my fingers in my ears and shout, "la la la la la la la" for as long as you discuss the possibility of my needing them. Okay, realistically, I know that it is inevitable. One day, probably sooner rather than later, I will need them. I mean, genetically, I am doomed. (thanks, mom and dad! oh, and, while I'm at it, thanks also for the bad teeth that are also costing me too much money! really, thanks!) But I just don't want to have to get bifocals now. Sometimes, I look at people who have 20-20 vision, and I am overcome with jealousy and hatred. I've had glasses for 18 years. That's right - 18 years. I know that's not as bad as some, but it's still 2/3 of my life. And, really, the first couple of years don't even count, so it's actually more than 2/3 of my life. Gee, don't you just feel so sorry for me?

But, here I am complaining of petty things, when, in reality, I've got it pretty damn good. I've got shelter, food, clothing, and a lot of people who love me. So, I guess in the grand scheme of things, bifocals are not the worst thing that could happen.