Incomprehensibly Fabulous

jmcphers posted this morning with a picture of his new glasses and the secret that he loves wearing glasses. I hadn't thought about it in some time, but I have to confess that the day that I learned I would need reading glasses was a happy one for me!

Now, there are a few reasons for this. One, of course, was that now I wouldn't get blinding headaches from pursuing my favorite sport (that would be reading). Another would be that I rather like the way glasses look. I used to say about myself that, "Katherine only makes passes at boys who wear glasses." See, my "dream man" (in the days before I was married to my real dream man) always sported glasses, a short-back-and-sides haircut, and looked like what I imagined an accountant to look like. So when I had to get glasses, it made me feel like wearing them would make me better-looking!

The third reason is this: for as far back as I can remember, people have been scrutinizing my face and then following the scrutiny with either, "Do you wear glasses?" or, "Do you wear contacts?" Considering that I didn't get reading glasses until I was 21, this was an annoying question. The contacts question I could figure out, because especially in certain lighting, I do seem to have the "tell-tale" contact ring in my eyes. The glasses question I never did figure out: am I naturally squinty? Do I just look like I ought to have them? Is my affinity for libraries so strong that people can just sense the imaginary spectacles-on-a-chain?

So there you have it: my confession that when I wear my glasses, I feel smarter, more attractive, and like I have come into a destiny of sorts. Don't disabuse me of this notion, please!