Given that I can see 40 rushing toward me at great speed, I’m not surprised that my arms are finally getting to short.
I abuse my eyes by staring at a computer screen 8, 10, sometimes 12 hours a day, often not in the best light, and I further abuse them by reading rather a lot also not in the best light (Hey, Metro, buy some 60 watt bulbs for christ’s sake!).
What’s odd is that the idea of needing reading glasses doesn’t bother me as much as makes me wonder how I’m going to cope with the inconvenience. Perhaps it’s because I started wearing glasses when I was in college. Perhaps it’s because deep down I think they’ll enhance my sexy factor (what, chicks in glasses are hotter than average…usually).
Or perhaps, like the gray streak I have in the front it’s yet one more sign that I have survived thus far which is an achievement itself.