I hate being disappointed
I was so excited to get my new glasses so early (nerd alert) - bright blue, small-ish, square and on clearance - and I've only just been wearing them for an hour and they're already pressing into the bridge of my nose. Dammit! Thanks to my crooked, bent, Wicked Witch of The East nose, it's digging into the bridge of my nose despite the fact that they're so lightweight.
Now I only have a few days left on my contacts before I have nothing with which I can see, and I have to go back there again and begin the mundane process of selecting a pair of frames from scratch. I guess I didn't realise how uncomfortable they would be because I was looking straight ahead/up when trying them on, and looking down at the computer for the past hour has either been causing them to slide completely off or press down like a vice into that stupid ethnic denty lump of bone I have. ARRG I can't stand it!
I should have known when I picked them up (yesterday) that if there were no adjustable nose pads (just little slats of plastic growing out of the sides) this would be really uncomfortable. I guess this style isn't for me, which is so fucking depressing. It's like when I try on a cap-sleeved blouse and realise my giant man-shoulders are having their circulation cut off by deigning to wear such dainty, feminine attire. Same goes for any shoes ("Nice shoes. Do they make those in women's sizes?" - Amy to Leela in Futurama).
My God, I'm such a complainer. I need to take these back and look for that ever-elusive perfect pair. Whatever, at least I get my $180 back. The search continues.
Now I only have a few days left on my contacts before I have nothing with which I can see, and I have to go back there again and begin the mundane process of selecting a pair of frames from scratch. I guess I didn't realise how uncomfortable they would be because I was looking straight ahead/up when trying them on, and looking down at the computer for the past hour has either been causing them to slide completely off or press down like a vice into that stupid ethnic denty lump of bone I have. ARRG I can't stand it!
I should have known when I picked them up (yesterday) that if there were no adjustable nose pads (just little slats of plastic growing out of the sides) this would be really uncomfortable. I guess this style isn't for me, which is so fucking depressing. It's like when I try on a cap-sleeved blouse and realise my giant man-shoulders are having their circulation cut off by deigning to wear such dainty, feminine attire. Same goes for any shoes ("Nice shoes. Do they make those in women's sizes?" - Amy to Leela in Futurama).
My God, I'm such a complainer. I need to take these back and look for that ever-elusive perfect pair. Whatever, at least I get my $180 back. The search continues.