I’ve been wearing glasses for about 11 years now, and in that time I’ve never once worn contacts. So maybe I’m just a huge, gigantic baby, but I can’t stand when this situation takes place:
I’m sitting around my house doing nothing, but on my eyelid a scary situation is unfolding. We have a jumper. He can’t handle the day-in, day-out routine of blinking dust out of my eye. He wants to see the world. He wants to really find himself, ya know?
So he jumps… directly onto my cornea.