So my glasses got smashed during my little spill on Friday and I was lucky enough to snag an eye exam today. I typically find any visit to a specialist exciting (here comes the geek part).
As soon as the doctor begins looking in my eyes, I want to be able to see what he's seeing. When I put my mangled face on the machine that pops a puff of air in your eyeball , I want to ask, "What's that for?" When the questions of "Which is better, one or two?" arise, I want to ask, "What does that mean about my little baby blues?"
Of course, I don't bother the doctor, the last people you want to piss off are your doctors and waiters. But it reminds me of the strong sense of curiosity that runs through my veins. I used to think everyone had this - just like when I used to think everyone else in the world also loved to make stuff out of Popsicle sticks and paint them and give them as gifts (never thinking that someone might not WANT a gift made out of sticks - but not everyone has questions and wonderments about their surroundings. I believe this might make me a geek, but then I wonder, "What are all those other people doing all day?"
(See, it never stops,)
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