Gotta love an optician who gave me contacts even though my script has expired. However, they are the wrong strength. I guessed on the phone, incorrectly as it turns out, and he was too lazy to double check.
Apparently, he was also too lazy to shower, and he kept calling me "baby" and "girl" which is unseemly and ill-advised for men in general, but this one in particular.
Oh well. At least I get to see for the next couple of months!
In other news, I meant to post this link yesterday, but forgot with the busy:
Why We Hate from
psychologytoday