They call it four eyes, but I like to think of it as having superpower vision. Being part of the glasses gang isn’t just about correcting sight it’s a whole lifestyle. Glasses are not just frames and lenses; they’re personality, drama, and sometimes, pure comedy.
Here’s the funny part: people assume all sorts of things the moment they see glasses on your face. Suddenly, you’re “the smart one,” even if you just failed a test. You look “serious” when all you’re really thinking about is food. And then there’s that one friend who always tries them on “just for fun” and says, “Wow, you look so different without them!” Like yes, thank you for the groundbreaking research. Of course, glasses life comes with its struggles. Smudges that appear from nowhere, fogging up when you drink something hot, the panic when you misplace them or when it breaks, replacing will take ages to get a new one.
If you wear glasses, you already know life is full of little risks. But nothing prepared me for the day I managed to break mine in the most unserious way possible. Picture this: I was laughing way too hard (because apparently joy can be dangerous), and in the chaos, I somehow sat on my own glasses. Yes, sat. On Them The crack I heard wasn’t just the sound of plastic it was the sound of my eyesight leaving the chat. Panic set in instantly. I picked them up, hoping they had survived, but nope they were bent, twisted, and looking like modern art instead of something you could actually wear. So naturally, I did what any child does in a crisis: I called my mum. Her response? Not sympathy, not “oh no, we’ll fix it.” Nope. She said: “You’ll have to manage it until you’re back from school.” Manage it. As if managing bad eyesight is like managing hunger or a missed assignment. Of course, I got a full lecture (the “yap” package deal), which I listened to while squinting at the blurry world around me.
Like one morning I was already late for class and realized halfway there that I’d forgotten my glasses at home. I had no choice but to recruit one of my friends to be my “eyes” for the day. Imagine walking around campus like it’s a trust exercise, relying on someone else to tell you who’s waving And then there was the time an old friend waved at me in public. Days later, she confronted me for “ignoring” her. I was so sad because I didn’t even notice! I had to explain, embarrassed but honest: “Girl, I wasn’t with my glasses.” She laughed, but I felt bad knowing my blur-face had caused drama.
Glasses also attract comedians. I can’t count how many times funny people have “threatened” to take them away mid-conversation, just to watch me panic. And yes, they always succeed in making me laugh while squinting like a lost puppy.But the peak of it all? During one class, I couldn’t read the tiny words the lecturer was projecting on the screen, so I raised my hand and asked him to increase the font. Without missing a beat, he turned around, looked at me, and said, “Four eyes, sit closer.” The entire class burst into laughter, and honestly? So did I. Because sometimes, you just have to laugh at your own blur-filled life.
That’s the thing about being in the glasses gang it’s equal parts struggle and comedy. You squint, you laugh, you get yapped, but at the end of the day, you realize these little lenses don’t just help you see they give you stories worth telling.
Signing off, but the 20s journey never stops. Stay tuned
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