People who bitch that things are hard to see because they refuse to put on their glasses, because they don't want to look old. But they have no problem sounding like a grouchy old fart, bitching about small type and dim lighting.
Time for a dshans stroll down memory lane.
My brother (three years older) is myopic, as am I [Go for it, it's a slow, waist high set-up line] and my older and twin sisters are hyperopic. My parents seem to have finally gotten it right with my younger sister who didn't need glasses – though she did buy "reading glasses" from Walgreens when she hit 45.
I clearly needed glasses long before I got them. I would drive the infielders nuts in Little League and Pony League when I played center field and constantly asked them if the batter was right or left handed. In 9th grade I picked up a friend's glasses and put them on to make fun of him. I thought they magnified. When I went to get my learner's permit at the DMV I failed the vision test miserably. My mother grudgingly accepted that the third of her five children would also be a "four eyes" and took me to an optometrist.
I broke a number of pairs of glasses by putting them in their case, shoving them in a back pocket and then plopping my skinny *** in a desk chair. With the glasses I could read what was on the blackboard from the back, where I was hiding. I couldn't use "glare" as an excuse for not understanding a lesson or taking accurate notes.
Fast forward: I admitted defeat about 20 years ago and got bifocals. I could now probably benefit from trifocals (as did my father when he was about my age) but vanity plays a role.
