Courage attempt: came up short.
Posted: June 1st, 2019, 2:49 pm
Today I tried to effect courageous action:
Because a friend recommended it, I tried contact lens for the first time.
Unfortunately I couldn't get them in without blinking. I found my eyelashes were getting in the way, especially when I blinked. I couldn't get them in, much less take them out.
I've always been a bit fussy/anxious about getting things in my eyes, or touching my eyes, so this was more anxiety-creating than I let on. I did let the employee know I was anxious, and she was sort of supportive.
Unfortunately I also happened to have all of HALT before going in (like the old country song says, the only two times I'm lonely is day and night).
Like I have to do with depressing frequency (professionally, what passes for the sad shell of my intimate/dating life) I chose to be a good sport:
I clearly communicated my appreciation for her assistance (such as it was), excused myself, and did my habit that is all too common for my "walk of shame": as I walk away from embarrassing social situations: shoulders back and down, eyes up, and smile and say goodbye to the front desk people as I exited.
Summary
I am glad I tried.
Still, I'd like to have a success now and then, as I get tired of trying to be gracious in (all too common) defeat.
Because a friend recommended it, I tried contact lens for the first time.
Unfortunately I couldn't get them in without blinking. I found my eyelashes were getting in the way, especially when I blinked. I couldn't get them in, much less take them out.
I've always been a bit fussy/anxious about getting things in my eyes, or touching my eyes, so this was more anxiety-creating than I let on. I did let the employee know I was anxious, and she was sort of supportive.
Unfortunately I also happened to have all of HALT before going in (like the old country song says, the only two times I'm lonely is day and night).
Like I have to do with depressing frequency (professionally, what passes for the sad shell of my intimate/dating life) I chose to be a good sport:
I clearly communicated my appreciation for her assistance (such as it was), excused myself, and did my habit that is all too common for my "walk of shame": as I walk away from embarrassing social situations: shoulders back and down, eyes up, and smile and say goodbye to the front desk people as I exited.
Summary
I am glad I tried.
Still, I'd like to have a success now and then, as I get tired of trying to be gracious in (all too common) defeat.