I’m even disappointed in myself

I’m old. I’ve caved to the facts. I can no longer deny the horror of the whole thing.

I got my first pair of bifocals today.

45 sucks.

They’re totally making me nauseous and I have a headache. Fortunately the optometrist warned me this would happen for a day or so.

You shouldn’t worry about me. Just because I’m old certainly does not mean I am an adult. Or mature. Or no longer childish.

The tech at the store who was helping me get the glasses after the exam had a wonky eye. The right one worked just fine, concentrating on me and the computer screen. The left one, however, was all over the place like a chameleon.

I can tell you with one hundred percent accuracy that I am not mature enough to deal with that.