“I can read distant street names but I have a hard time telling who I’m kissing.”
– Me trying to explain my farsightedness to Akemi.
Apparently, I need reading glasses. I say “apparently” because I’ve been doing just fine without them although my optometrist feels there’s room for improvement. I’m trying to hold off on making them a permanent part of my routine which has disappointed Akemi who believes I risk worsening my condition (and also finds my quite dashing in the specs). She seems to have accepted the fact that I refuse to use them for my late-night reading, but that doesn’t stop her from slipping them into my laptop case or into my carry-on whenever I travel. While I appreciate her concern – and persistence – I think I’m making the right call here. I’ll never forget my writing partner telling me, years ago, that once you start wearing reading glasses, you’re reliant on them for life. Sort of like antibiotics or smartphones or NFL Redzone.
Am I crazy?
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