today, because the sun is shining and birds are chirping, i decided to wear my contacts. making the adjustment to spring-time contact wearing is always a bit of a challenge for me. i’ve been a four-eyed girl for nearly 20 years now. while i spent much of high school and college in contacts, as i grow older i tend to prefer my glasses.
i feel naked without them. it’s as though my thoughts are right there in my eyes for everyone to see. there’s no hiding them today. my glasses usually act as some sort of two way mirror. like the glasses reflect back to people what they expect to see, but behind my glasses are my real eyes and my real thoughts that are only for me.
since i’m not wearing the glasses today, i find myself trying to hide behind my ever-growing mop of fire-striped hair. it’s not working so well, because everytime i realize i’m shaking my bangs (which almost go past my eyes) in front of my face, i yell at myself. because that’s a very 9th grade thing to do, and while i’m living in a very special 1994 of my own making this week, i am not going to even attempt to revist 1986 (the thought of which just gives me the shivers).