aw drats, eye doctor said i'm far-sighted. i need reading glasses...no, wait, let me rephrase that, i need glasses for reading.* and i won't lie, i'm looking forward to finding a pair for myself (and i'm looking forward to not getting so nauseas every time i spend more than 5 minutes at the computer). people who depend on glasses always roll their 4 eyes at me when i get enthusiastic about glasses, but to me, it's a pretty ideal accessory, with a big emphasis on function, which is the only way i get past my accessory-aversion, if the doohicky can actually do something - i'm so grateful my watch tells the time. the foot doctor also happened to mention that i need to wear open-toe shoes this summer to assist with the recovery of the footsies. and that sent me off looking at new shoes, but i stopped myself. eyes trump feet, and i can work with what i've got in the footwear dept. for now.
it is interesting to me that the fact that eyewear is not mandatory for me (unless i want to read continuously without wanting to throw up, that is) makes it fun, while the requirement of it makes it a nuisance to others. and so presumably it will eventually be one for me as well... maybe.
we'll see if dependency on glasses takes the fun out of it for me, but for now, all i can see is that a prescription from the dr. says "go shopping!"
if you were medically-required to wear your favorite items (clothing, shoes, bags, accessories) that you currently enjoy, do you think it would shift your feelings from pleasure, to pain?
*disclaimer - do not be misled by this diagnosis. i am young, do you hear me, young!