“Big Brother? Watch this.”

Big Brother is watching. No, not the conspiracy theory Big Brother, I mean the television show. You know, the one where they send a bunch of nimrods who desperately want to have fame and gainful employment for at least two months of the year, so they apply to take part in a “social experiment” on live television, where cameras capture their every betrayal as they back-stab one another in cruel, demeaning ways to win money.  Yep, that’s what the world is coming too.

“Seeing things”

Mick Jagger, you said it best. You can’t always get what you want. But if you try sometimes, you might find, you get what you need. I don’t think he meant the bifocals that I had to buy for my birthday gift to myself, which is not actually what I wanted for my annual treat pour moi, but I can see clearly now that it is what I needed to do.

It’s my own fault. I gave in. I booked the optometry appointment knowing full well the outcome. I admitted defeat. I could no longer see the computer screen without squinting. I couldn’t read without magnifying glasses. I couldn’t decipher labels on bottles, nor follow ingredients listed on the box.