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[Mar. 12th, 2009|05:07 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | age, glasses | ] |
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| | Queen - Dreamer's Ball | ] |
I went in today to get my eyes checked, and was caught off guard by something the optometrist said as he was explaining why I was having problems when my eyes were trying to change focus back to the computer screen after a session viewing TV from the other side of the room. "This kind of thing happens when you start getting close to 40." I've never really paid much attention to my age - it's just a number that stubbornly refuses to get smaller.
The realisation that I'm drawing so close to being middle-aged, for all that it shouldn't be surprising, surprised me.
When I do any kind of self-analysis, I perceive myself as a stubbornly solitary Peter Pan, refusing to grow up; my days revolve around reading, watching videos and playing computer games - hardly the life of a mature adult. But it's a way of life that works for me - doing the 9-to-5 thing (not including overtime) almost killed me when I tried it. I guess I feel a little guilty about living an unproductive life many teenagers would kill for, but I'm probably just catching up on the guilt I was too self-absorbed to experience while I was growing up (I've found I'm more conscientious about such things like that, as I age).
But time passes (regardless of my disinclination to notice it doing so), and as I age my component parts begin to lose the resilience of youth.
But what left me most bemused today, was the recognition of both my failing eyesight, and the changes that technology brings. A decade ago I would have been given reading glasses, to compensate for the extra effort my eyes are making when I try to focus on whatever book I was reading. Now, though, I'll be getting a new pair of glasses to wear when I'm at the computer.
Computer glasses, indeed. Well, at least I'll be able to see the kids I'm waving my mouse at when I yell at them to stay off my lawn. |
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