I haven’t worn contact lenses since September 2, 2012. That was the day that one of my good friends had her U.S. wedding in Maui. Because I am kind of vain, I don’t generally like to wear glasses at special events, and because I cannot see very far (I’m negative 1.50, which isn’t awful, but I want to see things crystal clear on important days), I need to either wear contacts or glasses when I want to see all the details around me. Most of the time wandering around San Francisco or New York, I won’t wear glasses, but I wore contacts on and off for about two years and just got sick of putting them in and taking them out all the time. The maintenance of having those two-week long ones was awful. I hated cleaning them and making sure that there was no dirt in them. I hated spending money on the contact lens solution, which was not cheap and not covered by insurance. And now because I’m thinking about my wedding, I knew I was going to need to get contacts. Today, I got a trial of daily contacts, which means I wear them once and throw them out. That removes the maintenance bit. But taking them off was the biggest pain tonight. I had forgotten how to remove them, so I had to YouTube a video on how to take them out. After a few frustrating tries, I got both out, and of course the left one was more finicky than the right one. The optometrist today said that because my vision isn’t horrible, she strongly recommends against my getting laser eye surgery. “It’s just not worth it for your vision quality,” she said. “Your vision is good enough!”

I just want to see perfectly all the time, though. I guess it’s either contacts or glasses for the rest of my life for me. Damn vision.