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The Burden of Vanity

Today I spent my lunch break at Westside Vision, a nice little eyeglass store on 28th street in Manhattan. I got a new prescription for contacts. The results were good, sort of.

Since exiting my twenties I’ve promised myself to stay forever young. While physically, this is impossible, in mind and spirit it is not. But I can do as much as I can to prevent the downward progression that comes with age. The more fresh and spry I can be for the wife and kids, the richer all our experiences will be.

Before the baby was born I underwent surgery to correct sleep apnea, a deviated septum and remove nasal polyps which had all worked together to prevent me from grabbing more than a snatch of oxygen with each breath I took. A few months later I subjected myself to a psychopath trainer who got me working out properly and made me truly knowledgeable of what I should and shouldn’t be eating.

Earlier this year, I got Invisalign to straighten what I thought was about three crooked teeth only to be told I have a cross-bite from hell. And now I've been informed that my eyesight has worsened slightly and I have several courses of action at my disposal.

I opted for a new set of contacts and kept it moving. Because the people were so nice, I’ll probably go back to get some glasses at some point in the future. But that’s about it. I think I’ve had enough work to last me a little while.

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