My late Mum came back one day from the now-heritage class World Optical Co.,(at Leith Street, Penang) with a funny pair of spectacles. These had a semi-oval patch on each glass. She said, “Now I can see near, I can see far”. I thought that was cool….until..
The Day of Reckoning had been creeping up on me surreptitiously and then it dawned on me suddenly that I had crossed into The Other Side Of Mid-life. My optician said, “Uncle, your eyes are flowery now”. The fact that I was 4-eyes was bad enough – what, 6 eyes ?
Happily, by that time, progressive multi-focal technology had arrived.
Unlike 7-Up, the difference is not so clear
Since young, I had always prided on having perfect eagle-eye vision, that could spot spelling mistakes on a signboard 20 miles down the highway, and see font size #1 used in sneaky Disclaimer Notes on my insurance policies. The thought of I having to wear ugly spectacles never crossed my mind.
That pride shattered acrimoniously in 1977, when I started to find difficulty in reading my university lecturers’ writings on the board. A reluctant visit to an optical shop confirmed my worst fears — I had developed myopia and,……astigmatism !
That started my financial ruin, as prices of prescription glasses rocketed over the years and,……
…..the distinction between Clarity and Vanity blurred…..as these days I look a lot better with glasses – at least the lovebags under my eyes are not so conspicuous. Kakaka !