Today just wasn't.

Yesterday night I planned to blog about something very different. But now, on the walk back home, since my hands were too full to dig up the IPOD, I began conjuring up how my spectacle history began. And why I got so affected. I realised it's coz of the attachment I have with it. Considering how blind I am without it. And I guess also with time, you grow so dependent that you feel handicap otherwise. But yes, I would be.

It started when I was 4. While watching the television, I tilted my head and tears started trickling down on its own. Thinking back, maybe that could be why I preferred going outdoor to play then sitting watching cartoons and what not.

And during my teenage years, I became frustrated whenever I couldn't find my specs. I felt embarrassed to ask someone to search for it. Yes, I laugh about it now. But then, when you're conscious of everything I was in a fix. I would rather go around 'kissing' everything then ask for help. I hated camps. Worried someone would hide my spectacles since I got ridiculed for my dependency on it.

I guess this is something I've gotten use to ready. And since the alternative (hard lens)didn't work out for me; lasik is the only option for me if I wanna say goodbye to the 2 eyed monster.

Things happen for a reason I guess. I've always believed in that. Trying to still do.