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I am not quite sure what made me think about this -- possibly some line in a story I read -- but now I'm thinking about it, and so I'm gonna say it.
Say you're watching tv. Character A wears glasses, Character B does not. Characters A and B are about to make out, or are in the middle of some kissy-time, and B removes A's glasses. This pisses me off. Okay, see. Whatever, don't feed me a line about them getting in the way, or being able to look right into each others' eyes, or anything like that. I have worn glasses since grade three. I am functionally blind without them. It is not up to whoever I'm kissing to decide whether or not I get to see; that is my decision. If I feel like taking off my glasses, I'll take 'em off. I'm sure Character A feels the same way. What gives B the right to make that choice for A? Nothing, is what.
This probably points to some issues I have with trust and control, but whatever. It also points to me liking being able to see the person I am hypothetically (ahahahah) kissing.
Right, so. Now you know! Carry on with your daily lives!
Actually, no, wait, I want to tell you some more things. Like how it's 3:30 in the morning on Tuesday, and I'm sitting downstairs, and there's a lovely cool breeze blowing through the patio door, and I really like this time of day. There's a feeling like I own the world, like I can sit on the patio and just be myself and not have to worry about anything or anyone else. Perhaps this is a throwback to the summer when I worked night shifts, when my friend and I would roam around downtown for hours, talking about everything and nothing. I cherish those nights. The ones where I was working were less fun, but my nights off were fantastic. Anyway, 3:30 in the morning is special to me.
And now you know more!
Say you're watching tv. Character A wears glasses, Character B does not. Characters A and B are about to make out, or are in the middle of some kissy-time, and B removes A's glasses. This pisses me off. Okay, see. Whatever, don't feed me a line about them getting in the way, or being able to look right into each others' eyes, or anything like that. I have worn glasses since grade three. I am functionally blind without them. It is not up to whoever I'm kissing to decide whether or not I get to see; that is my decision. If I feel like taking off my glasses, I'll take 'em off. I'm sure Character A feels the same way. What gives B the right to make that choice for A? Nothing, is what.
This probably points to some issues I have with trust and control, but whatever. It also points to me liking being able to see the person I am hypothetically (ahahahah) kissing.
Right, so. Now you know! Carry on with your daily lives!
Actually, no, wait, I want to tell you some more things. Like how it's 3:30 in the morning on Tuesday, and I'm sitting downstairs, and there's a lovely cool breeze blowing through the patio door, and I really like this time of day. There's a feeling like I own the world, like I can sit on the patio and just be myself and not have to worry about anything or anyone else. Perhaps this is a throwback to the summer when I worked night shifts, when my friend and I would roam around downtown for hours, talking about everything and nothing. I cherish those nights. The ones where I was working were less fun, but my nights off were fantastic. Anyway, 3:30 in the morning is special to me.
And now you know more!