Eye level

The day I’ve found out that I will need glasses is one of those moments which even if the memory of temporal feeling fades away through the years, as one gradually accustoms to the new state, still acts as a turning point after which life looks different, double meaning.

As a 12-year-old kid, it was rather difficult to fully realize that from that moment on, they will accompany me where-ever I go, although I probably didn’t even get to contemplate the future implications of this reliance, which by the time turns to be so obvious.

It takes some time to get used to such a fundamental change, especially when it comes to the way one views the world. However, when it seemed that I’ve already accommodated, I found that I now have to get used to my new looks – the way others view me, four eyes.

At first, my parents easily blamed the computer, on which I used to spend hours playing games. But only conversations, the conclusions of these they rushed denying, it was hinted that there might be something genetic. I preferred sticking to this version, and did my best reminding everyone that even aunt Sarah, my mom’s twin sister, wears glasses.

Even the TV was blamed by my parents as a potential reason for my deteriorating eyesight, and indeed only thanks to the TV, I noticed that something is wrong. Although that as a child I strongly favored believing that something is wrong with the TV, and that’s the reason I’m having difficulty reading the subtitles that appeared against a light background. And indeed, although I’ve been watching the TV less and less through the past few years, it might be rather ironic that I’ve been mostly attracted to this making. And later turned to the written words.