The Blessing of Glasses

Being shortsighted, I need my glasses to make something out of the “reality” surrounding me. Without them, this “reality” becomes quite surreal, and I can’t tell one person from another if they are at more than 50 metres from me. I can’t find my exit from the highway and I probably wouldn’t be able to tell a rabbit from a squirrel, had it not been for squirrels climbing trees. If it’s running quickly and moving up along a tree trunk, it’s likely not a rabbit’s kin.

But when I take off my glasses the world doesn’t change. I might claim things instantly become very blurred, but they become like that just for me.

So I wonder how the world is for those who don’t need any vision help in the form of a pair of spectacles. Is it spectacular? Always sharp and very true? Does it leave no doubt? Is it nice this way?

Despite being simply a prosthesis, glasses might be of some more use. They helped me find a solution for the moments when the world becomes bad and people seem evil. I just take myself off and put it, the “me”, on the bedside table.  The blessing of glasses is that you can always remove them.

I don’t need to wear them to have clear dreams.