Yesterday afternoon, I found myself involuntarily reaching out to push the glasses I no longer wear back up my nose. I suppose it's hardly surprising, given that I wore them for the best part of thirty years. All the same, it was still something of a surprise to find them not there as I reached out to adjust them.
I suppose this kind of vestigial feeling must be similar to that experienced by people who lose a limb, although presumably it's infinitely preferable to reach out for glasses that you no longer need than to look for an arm you no longer have.
Life without glasses is good.
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