threeholepunch

My optometrist gave me a trial pair to wear for a week: why are they so hard to get off my eye? Getting them in is much easier. This is my third day, and it takes me less than 5 minutes! But is there a trick or easy technique for getting a soft contact off of your eye without getting all bloodshot and teary and irritated, and standing in front of the bathroom mirror for half an hour like a sorry chimpanzee?

Other than that, I’m finding them pretty amazing. I have worn glasses for nearly 7 years and since trying contacts, I still find myself pushing up imaginary glasses up the bridge of my nose…. force of habit.. I am very impressed.

I think that people who have trouble being social should get together. There should be anti-social wine and cheese events where it’s understood that everybody in the room is socially awkward, is shy, nervous, maybe a little bit too smart and kinda nerdy. How I have dreamed of this!

Of course, it might not work. But I find that the hardest part of feeling awkward compared to everyone else is the sense that this somehow isolates me or separates me from less awkward “normal” folk (then again, feeling separate easily parades as feeling “better”... it’s a fine line)

I remember being in high school many moons ago, and having the breath completely taken out of me by ridiculously simple things: the slant of a certain beautiful tree in my neighbourhood, or two abandoned shopping carts by the crosswalk, or the rust stains crawling down the side of a bridge. Then, I’d go home and write about it—about why and how these little peices of the world mattered so much.
I miss that. I wanna write more. I think it’s about noticing things, refusing to take the obvious for granted.

Hey, they say writers write everyday!