I didn’t bother to mention it two weeks ago on July 26, but I went and got contacts again. I got my first pair of contacts in 7th or 8th grade. My parents were worried that I might tear them or lose them, but I never did. I lost one once, when it literally jumped out of my eye, and we had to go buy a new one. When we got home, the old one was laying on the carpet, glistening in the sun. We put it in the case and rehydrated it, and the store took the one we had just bought back. I was in college by the next time I lost one. I have torn one before too, maybe twice, but that’s it. I’ve had good luck with contacts.
Two years ago to the day, July 26, 2001, I had an eye exam and decided to get new glasses along with new contacts. I picked out the spunky black frames that you see in the photos of me on this site. I loved them, and I rarely wore my contacts. I think I wore them two or three times, but not often, and I got used to wearing glasses.
Two years of wearing glasses non-stop, and it was an odd transition to return to contacts. I had to go through the build-up schedule again, where you wear them 4 hours one day, then six hours, then eight, then a full day. I didn’t have any problems though, and in a way it has been liberating to wear them again. I have a full field of vision, no fuzzy areas beyond the frames. I can wear sunglasses again when I am outside.
But it seems that I am not alone in my real reason for getting contacts. It was so I could use the regular camera (my SLR) easily while I was in Boston. There is nothing more annoying then to have to take your glasses off every time you want to take a photo. And trust me, I take a lot of photos. Now I can look through the viewfinder without my glasses getting in the way, and that makes me very happy.