July 25, 2011

Glasses--the ultimate transformation.

Glasses can change a lot about a person.
After. Big difference, yes?
So the other day, I woke up late and was rushing to get out the door. I had the sink faucet on at full blast while brushing my teeth when all of a sudden, my right contact popped out of my eye and fell straight into the whirlpool I created. Shoots.

I half-blindly rummaged through my bathroom drawers and jammed my pinky in the process of finding my pack of contacts. I was almost positive that I had extras in there, but my fingers found nothing. I stood there, staring in the mirror, and remembered that the last time this had happened was on campus, where I walked around for the next hour dizzy from the having one eye blurred.

I reluctantly took out my left contact and slid my glasses up the bridge of my nose. It was a weird Pavlov's effect--I usually only have my glasses on when I'm about to go to bed. The second I had those lenses in front of my weak eyes, I felt ready to go back to sleep.

At work that night, one of the sushi guys did a triple-take when I waved at him. "Oh, I didn't recognize you. You don't...you don't usually wear those, right?" My mind quickly replayed a previous encounter.

Four months earlier.
"Eden?" I turned and saw my classmate.
"You have glasses?"
Um. I feel that the majority of the Asian population has glasses. I replied, "Yes, but I usually wear my contacts."
"They look nice. You should wear them more often."
My mind starts racing as I wondered what that one line implied. Do I not look nice without my glasses? I mean, in movies, the girl always looks prettier once she takes her glasses off (i.e. "She's All That," "The Princess Diaries," "Scooby-Doo"). I mean, that's the reason I got glasses in the first place! (No, not really. I'm not that absorbed in my appearance. Dodgeball in gym was just brutal to my glasses and my face.)

"No," I replied and then I sheepishly recounted the tale of the morning.
"Okay." Then he gave me the thumbs up.

Glasses are what transforms Superman into Clark Kent...
I have a thing for superheroes.
...and skinny boys into fashionable hipsters.
Or it may be the plaid...
And everytime I have my glasses on, I feel like I will run into a situation where my glasses will be knocked off and I will end up dying because I can't find my blasted glasses. I guess I have Velma from "Scooby-Doo" to thank again. 
Thank you, Velma. Thank you.
And now I don't know how to end this post. That's the one thing about blogging that gets to me. I don't know how to close it off with a nice conclusio


  1. i wore my glasses to work last saturday and one of my coworkers complimented me on them, and said, "there's something about girls and glasses." basically, glasses make girls hot.

  2. I remember your contact popped out while we were boating in the middle of a lake and we found it...

    Those sneaky sinks.

  3. Wow, I just realized that you three commented on this one and the last one in the same order. And Illia, you also commented on my ending.

  4. I think the term "fashionable" in reference to the hipsters may be an overstatement... haha

  5. I think this is my favorite of your blog posts so far. HILARIOUS.
    Also, that picture with the superheroes is awesome.

    guess what! I just started my own blog. :) You inspired me!

  6. I'm excited! And I'm flattered that I've inspired you to begin on this virtual adventure that is blogging.
    And yes, I did copy and paste that into your blog as well.