I Don't Actually Need Glasses, I Just Find Vision Impairment Ironic

I wear glasses, I've had them since I was little so it almost feels like my nose doesn't know of a life without having frames hanging over it. Contact lenses are just no good, I don't use them for the same reason I don't rub sand in my dead little eyes, I don't like having stuff lying and floating around on my eyeballs. And it never ceases to amaze me how many times people I met initially thought I was really smart simply because I wear glasses, which I'm not, and if you stick around long enough to have an actual conversation with me you'd realise I'm not. Like really, people don't wear glasses because they're smart, people wear glasses because they have terrible vision. So for what it's worth, I guess I thought those people were smarter than they really are as well.

I don't actually know if I'm writing this to console myself with the idea of my comfort with my dimness or what because my mid terms are really depressing and I just realised that no matter how similarly some people were brought up doesn't mean their lives will follow a similar path as well. So let's divert our attention to the even more self-esteem bashing annual Victoria's Secret show and why networks think it's so important to shoot spouses of models who give standing ovation when their significant others walk by.

Do they think it's adorable? Do they think just because everyone is blowing kisses (along with a certain model's random arm waving in the first segment) like it's some tacky county pageant it's okay to add another tacky thing to the list and viewers won't mind as much like we were some kind of boiling frog? Do they think the ridiculous amount of glitter on the runway will generate enough glare for the cameras that no one will notice the fact that they're not focusing on the lingerie, which if I'm not mistaken should be the actual focus on a lingerie show? But then who really cares? Do people even still pay attention to it since Giselle's departure?

Know what else I realised in the time spent writing this post? My playlist is filled with the random mixture of David Bowie, Rihanna, The Script and Right Said freaking Fred due to a previous project.