Have you ever found yourself in need of a pair of glasses? A friendly advice from a colleague with a hint of sarcasm? Or a sincere request from a family member who finds your queries about the faulty computer screen, more than just annoying?
I find myself faced with a problem, that is, to be sure, nothing of the sort.
Its funny how the train of thought moves. I was watching my sister wash her new dress, which she hadn’t even worn once. Apparently, a stray cat had found it quite appropriate to take a quick nap in the pile of fabric, and the cat must have a lavish meal beforehand; the enormous pile of shit suggested just that! Why she left them out on the terrace in the first place? I cannot fathom. So anyway, watching her clean, I started thinking of clean clothes which led to clean people to feet (No, I don’t have a foot fetish) to washing feet – washing hands – washing face – eating – eating a lot – obese people – problems with obesity – people I know that are unnaturally fat – people I know who are unbelievably thin – decent people – what makes them decent looking – and in the end it all came down to
I recalled all the people I knew who I regarded as dignified, and everyone, well, not everyone, but most of them wore glasses. I figured glasses must have a
positive effect on how you look. I imagined myself with a pair and voila! I saw the elite version of myself. My face features reminded me of…well, nobody, I couldn’t think of someone with this much grandeur (lol! Just kidding). I toyed with the idea for quite a while to buy myself a pair, with a numberless lens, but at length, I decided I was being too narcissistic.
I amused myself, afterwards, as I lay in bed, with the imagination of the people I knew with glasses, and those who wore glasses were stripped of the privilege. The females (most of them) attained a secretary look, and the men, the good-looking ones, started looking more and more like Harry Potter. The remaining? Nerds!