Literacy week

Home Affairs: Throwing up and fainting at the gym,(some of) the best short stories I've ever read, a Do Not Disturb sign, a teapot to be proud of, the beach, a confession, and an alleged scheme.

I can see clearly now, I’ve got new prescription glasses. I’m seeing the world in high definition. I thought I knew what the leaves of the trees looked like, but I didn’t. The only problem with seeing better, deeper, sharper is that it can make you dizzy. Was I being too greedy when I turned to the optometrist and said, “I want the best lenses I can get, I want to recognize people from afar.” Her Apple Watch was on fire. “Do you have children?” I asked her, assuming that was the only valid reason to have an Apple Watch (that’s why I have one.) “No,” she murmured. Okay, great conversation, I thought.

We tried so many lens combinations, that it was really hard to tell which ones gave me a better sight of the world. After that was done (I chose haphazardly,) she took me back to the store, where they had all the frames. After trying two options a million times, I wound up with a Gucci model in gold.

I went outside and everything was more structured. People’s faces were defined to an extent I’m not sure I prefer. Once I was home, I sighed. Is too much information too much?

I’d felt nauseous during a workout before, but I’d never actually thrown up. Until last week, of course. My trainer felt it was time to push me with a metabolic conditioning session. If you don't know what this is, just picture your most imaginative representation of hell. I must’ve warned her four or five times. “I’m about to throw up.” All she heard was a whining little bitch (me.) So she didn’t let me stop… Until I stopped.