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Why don’t you ever look at me, she asks?
I can’t.
One time, while I was stationed at Offutt Air Force Base in Nebraska, my lieutenant held inspections every once in a while (something a little less common in the Air Force than in other branches, and especially in an office environment like the one I was in). He marked me off for not staring straight ahead, until I pointed out I really couldn’t. For the same reason I kept getting yelled at by my TI in Basic Training.
I don’t see out of my left eye. I don’t mean to say I am blind in it, but my right eye is so much stronger that, unless I cover my right eye, the left is always neglected. My left eye also points inward. People have asked me what I’m looking at or wondered why I was looking at them when I was doing no such thing. I actually don’t look at anything straight on; I see better when I tilt my head so that I am looking out of the corner of my eye.
This could have been corrected when I was younger, I suppose. But, much as I dread anything being close to my eye right now (or seeing somebody else put something near their eye), I apparently have disliked anything at all near my eyes for much of my life, to include glasses.
I have of a picture of me as a toddler, surely at a time when I was still wearing diapers, and I am wearing glasses. I know one time, while we lived in Florida, we drove back from the optometrist’s office with my new pair of glasses...which I promptly threw out of the car, off of the bridge, and into the water. I cannot remember how my mother reacted to that, but I can only say, since I still have skin on my ass, she showed a saintlike restraint.
Today is no different. I have my glasses, but I only wear them when I have to --when I am driving. Or today, when I am at school and can’t see the board.
I can’t.
One time, while I was stationed at Offutt Air Force Base in Nebraska, my lieutenant held inspections every once in a while (something a little less common in the Air Force than in other branches, and especially in an office environment like the one I was in). He marked me off for not staring straight ahead, until I pointed out I really couldn’t. For the same reason I kept getting yelled at by my TI in Basic Training.
I don’t see out of my left eye. I don’t mean to say I am blind in it, but my right eye is so much stronger that, unless I cover my right eye, the left is always neglected. My left eye also points inward. People have asked me what I’m looking at or wondered why I was looking at them when I was doing no such thing. I actually don’t look at anything straight on; I see better when I tilt my head so that I am looking out of the corner of my eye.
This could have been corrected when I was younger, I suppose. But, much as I dread anything being close to my eye right now (or seeing somebody else put something near their eye), I apparently have disliked anything at all near my eyes for much of my life, to include glasses.
I have of a picture of me as a toddler, surely at a time when I was still wearing diapers, and I am wearing glasses. I know one time, while we lived in Florida, we drove back from the optometrist’s office with my new pair of glasses...which I promptly threw out of the car, off of the bridge, and into the water. I cannot remember how my mother reacted to that, but I can only say, since I still have skin on my ass, she showed a saintlike restraint.
Today is no different. I have my glasses, but I only wear them when I have to --when I am driving. Or today, when I am at school and can’t see the board.
