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TECHNOLOGY
Making Contact (Lenses)
Kudos to the first person to think, “I should put a piece of glass in my eye.”
As you get older, you start to think a lot more about the past than you do about the future
For one thing, there’s a lot more past to think about, and it’s not all “Wow, that was a bad decision.”
Most of it is, but not all.
You probably did things when you were younger that you can’t imagine being brave/stupid enough to do now. Like getting married. Or like climbing up on your roof (in my case, many, many times). Or like driving across five states alone before cell phones were invented.
Or like getting contact lenses.
When I was 11 years old, I begged, and I begged, and I begged, and I begged, and I begged. And finally, my mom let me get contact lenses.
I am very, very nearsighted, so my glasses were a horror show that singled me out for even more abuse than I was already receiving for the rest of my general appearance.
As this was the 1970s, I leaned toward dark, gradient-lensed aviators. You know, like potheads wore.
My friend Heather had hard contact lenses which were the size of a pencil eraser and only covered her pupil.
