Get my eyes checked.
When I was young, I wanted glasses. I was jealous of people who actually had them. I think maybe I saw them as a whole other option for accessorizing. As I got older, though, I started realizing how fortunate I was that I didn't have to deal with the inconvenience of glasses or contact lenses.
Then, a few months ago, as I sat next to one of my colleagues in a class on cultural diversity, I began to complain about how small the instructor's handwriting was as he wrote on the whiteboard in front of class. My friend watched me squint and strain to read the writing. He looked at me like I was crazy and declared that he could read it just fine. Of course he could. He was wearing glasses. That's when I realized maybe I should be wearing glasses, too.
Since then, I've been in a form of denial. I don't want the hassle of periodic appointments at the optometrist; I don't want to have to put out the cash for frames and/or contacts; and I don't want to tack on any extra time to my morning and evening routines.
My friends must be getting sick of it. Whenever we're out I find myself saying things like, "So, do you have to squint to read the specials board? No? Right, yeah, me neither."
Enough is enough, I suppose. Time for me to make an appointment and start accessorizing--spectacle style.