Opinion: I'm an Anti-Specsser and Everyone Else Should Be Too
Why are you wearing glasses?
No, seriously. Why the fuck are you still wearing glasses?
The epidemic is over. I don’t know anyone who worries about nearsightedness anymore. Do you hear anyone talking about it? Do you see nearsightedness germs flying around? No, because it’s OVER.
Look, I don’t know how to break it to you, but a thin piece of glass in front of your eyes isn’t going to help protect you from macular degeneration. It’s a false sense of security, an illusion; like if you just keep looking through them you can pretend that the world has crisp sharp edges. Well, guess what? The world is blurry. You don’t know where empty space ends and your body begins. In fact, it doesn’t. Your body is mostly empty space.
Everything happens for a reason, anyway; so if you get into an accident because you can’t drive without your glasses? Tough cajones; take your punishment like God intended. It’s your fault for having bad genes, which you got because of… original sin, or something. I don’t know, I didn’t actually read the Bible. I just believe vehemently in every word of it, except the words you use to disagree with me. Because that’s wrong.
I don’t think I’m doing anything wrong by yelling at glasses-wearers on the street. It just fills me with such visceral, incandescent rage when I see a pair of pince-nez balancing on someone’s nose. It’s like they’re sending a direct fuck-you to people like me, who choose not to wear glasses. So of course I have to yell at them; it’s just simple self-preservation - if I don’t, pretty soon everyone will be wearing glasses, and ganging up on those of us that don’t, because we’re “jeopardizing public safety” or “a danger to the common good.” I don’t need to listen to that.
When you declare you’re on the opposite side from me with that flag you wear right on your face, you shouldn’t be surprised when I treat you like an enemy. "What sides?“ you ask? "There’s no ‘sides’ here; everyone is just choosing-” oh, shut up. You’re so naive. Of course there are sides. There’s sides to everything. What about a circle? you say. Inside and outside. There. Now don’t you feel stupid.
And those circles you wear on your face mark you as being on the inside. I don’t like that. Nobody likes being left on the outside. So stop wearing them. That way I can find something else to be angry about, like freckles. I think I’ll take on freckles next. If you have them, stop having them. You’re being too different from me and I don’t like it.