I got contact lenses. I came home the day I’d got them and I excitedly told Xris, my flatmate at the time, that I had them. He said that once he’d had contact lenses, but had given up after about a year because in the end he just couldn’t be bothered wearing them anymore.
I remember at the time just laughing that comment off, thinking it would never happen to me. I was sure that after a year I’d still be wearing my contacts. Oh, how wrong I was.
I got contact lenses because I was sick of wearing glasses. At first wearing contacts was a novelty, but then I soon settled into a routine, and managed to get my lenses inserted in about five minutes, rather than the half hour I was originally talking.
It was great being able to see clearly without wearing glasses. I realised for the first time that there was a “Fight Club” poster on the other side of the floor where I used to work. Things were beautiful.
But there was a downside. After about eight hours of use my eyes would feel really tired, and a few times I had to leave social events early so I could go home and remove my $50-a-pair lenses. It also meant that things that would normally be spontaneous, like crashing on someone’s couch after a hard night, had to instead be carefully planned to incorporate contact lens care.
In the end I just couldn’t be bothered wearing them anymore. It was too much hassle mucking around with saline solutions, clensing stuff and the cost of it all.
So I went back to the optometrist and got a pair of glasses and some prescription sunglasses and have been happily wearing them since.
The one thing I have got out of my year as a contact lens wearer is the ability to completely suppress the reflex to madly blink when I put something in my eye. As a result, I can touch the lens of my eye with my finger. Neat party trick, huh?
Sometimes having perfect eyesight would be very handy, but I’m not about to go back to contacts (or get laser surgery) any time soon.