I've been wearing reading glasses for the last five years or so. Now, I don't mind wearing them in and of themselves - after all, I'm a Professional Computer Geek, and it's part of the uniform
- but the dang things get dirty fast.
The slightest smudge gets on a lens, and it's like looking through an under-achieving kaleidoscope.
I consider taking them off, but I know that road ends in Headacheopolis.
Ordinarily, I live with it, but it eventually drives me batscat.
I go and wash my lenses, and all is right with the world. Then I scratch my forehad, the tip of my thumb makes incidental contact with a lens, and suddenly, my world is a Dali painting.
Ok, I'm over-exaggerating here, but it's a huge nuisance for me.
I wish I had my perfect vision back. In my younger days, I could tell you the name of a flea's girlfriend by reading his tattoo from 100 yards away.
Ok, now that I've vented, what minor details of daily life drive you three steps from going all Budd Dwyer?