through the looking glass

I now wear glasses. Odd, but I always thought I had good vision. The headaches? Allergies. Tired eyes? Doing too much. Squinting? Habit. I guess these were the signs. Believe me signs can be ignored.

Seeing has become easy. Less stress and the end of struggle? Well, not exactly.

At first it was distracting. Not just having something on my face framing my world but being able to see everything. It crowded out my other senses. I couldn't hear as well, or feel as much, even taste was affected. The glasses threw me headlong into the world. I became too involved with what I could see.

Oddly enough, mixed up with all of that was a sense of being distanced from everything. Not involved at all. Like watching the world on a TV. All the action was happening somewhere else.

As a child I always wanted glasses, now I wonder why. Lewis Carroll knew that life is never the same on the other side of glass. I'm surprised that something so small as glasses has given me a new reality. Alice woke up from hers but I guess mine is just beginning.

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