I thought I would write here, for no good reason at all, about my trials and tribulations with my left eye. It lived an independent life, free-spirited and uncaring about it's mate, the right eye. In other words, it was lazy. It roved and had a mind of its own. It answered to no one but itself. For the 5+ years that I had it I'm sure it creeped people out to no end.
Whoever was responsible for handing out eyes must've been left with odd numbers. Instead of getting either two good eyes or two bad eyes I got one of each. Great, perfect. I should be thankful that I had two healthy eyes but I really would've liked for them to get along. In junior high my left eye (hereafter LE) began to go lazy as a result of deteriorating vision in it. My right eye (RE) remained with perfect vision. This means that I would have one eye go off and do its own thing while the other focused properly on whatever I was looking at. Makes for great kodak moments let me tell you! To compensate for my freakish eye I'd always shift so that I'd be standing towards my right side and look left into the camera. Left was LE's favorite spot. People who look at my photographs must wonder why the hell I liked showing off my left profile so much.
After years of this I underwent a surgery. the details of which I prefer not to think about. I walked around my campus with gauze over the offending LE which spurred great comments in our University paper such as: "Eye patches are not the fashion." No shit, you think I wore gauze on my eye because I thought it made me look hot? Oooh, sexy!
Today LE enjoys a somewhat lukewarm relationship with RE. They get along occasionally and sometimes they don't. Now that both eyes have prescription the gulf between them isn't so big. My eyes will never be normal but then that's no fun anyway.
Stay tuned for more pointless ramblings.
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