Among all of the five senses of the human body, I think the one I treasure most is sight. The ability to see; everyone dismisses its importance, its value, but when robbed of it, you can’t help but feel so helpless.
I was 11 years old when I discovered I needed spectacles. We had the annual eye tests in school, and I found out that I couldn’t see the chart as clearly as the others. It was blurry, and the first emotion that ran through me was fear. Fear because of a few things; I can’t see clearly, which means I needed spectacles, which leads to telling my mum I can’t see clearly, which then leads her to nagging me for reading in dim lighting too much and wasting her money.
I put that matter aside, anyway. I thought that as long as I could still see the blackboard, I didn’t need them. When I was 12, I sat nearer to the front in class. At times when the teacher would switch our places, I’d have to see from my friend’s exercise books to copy down what was written on the blackboard.
When I was in secondary school, I mustered the courage to tell my mother that I needed spectacles. As predicted, I got a helluva nagging from her. My spectacles’ power was around 100 or so. I kind of liked my spectacles, but I don’t wear them all the time.
At one point I started wearing them more often in school, and my classmate said that the guy I was crushing on doesn’t like girls who wear spectacles. I admit, I was vain even back then (not like vanity did much to my looks). So I stopped wearing my spectacles often, and limited them to only during classes, when I needed them most.
When I was 15, a lot of people told me my spectacles looked childish. Also, they were becoming not as clear as they used to be. Plus, the paint was chipping. So my excuse to my mum was that my power increased. Needless to say, she wasn’t happy. My second pair of spectacles’ power was 200 in each eye.
Even with my new spectacles, I didn’t wear them all the time. Some people said my face was too plain; I’d look better with the spectacles decorating my face (what bullshit). But I didn’t think I looked any better with my spectacles, so I didn’t wear them all the time.
After high school came university. By then, everyone who knew me knew my trademark quote, “I can’t see, I’m not wearing my specs.”
It became a pain, not being able to see people from afar, leading them to think I’m plain stuck up just because I didn’t wave at them from far. I know, because one of my new classmates this year said that to me.
“People who don’t know you think that you’re lanci, but actually you just can’t see them. Haha.”
Was it a classmate or a friend? I forgot.
I’ve been telling my friends since last year that once I moved to Kampar, I’d get myself contact lenses. Why only when I move to Kampar? Simple. My parents don’t allow me to wear contact lenses, so the only way would be to get it without them knowing.
I delayed it all, till last month, I finally got the initiative to get my contact lenses. No, Sam, it’s not because you said I looked weird wearing specs when I have eyeliner on. -_-
I feel like a new person when I wear my contact lenses! Hello, clear vision! It amazes me so much now that I can see everything so clearly, I can see things in the distance, and everything is just so sparkly and pristine now that I have clear vision.
It’s like taking pictures from a camera phone and a DSLR. The details in the DSLR are awesome!!
Every night when I go out I feel so happy that I can see the world in shiny lights. I used to see them as blurry, foggy, dim lights.
Now they’re all so sparkly. <3 Especially after the rain.
I love my contact lenses. Next to try: colour contacts!
