I hated contacts so, so much.  I’d tried them in middle school, at Emma’s recommendation, and they had never felt comfortable.

Well, that rules out personal preference.

That, and I had never figured out how to put them in properly.  It seemed like ninety-nine out of a hundred times, they flipped inside out to cling to my fingertip instead of sticking to my eye.

I’ve never tried lenses, and I don’t want to. Besides feeling like glasses are part of my identity, this is one of the reasons. I don’t trust myself to put them on properly and I really don’t want something on my eye, especially if it’s not properly placed. And then there’s the stories of lenses getting stuck under eyelids and such…

Just, no thanks.

True to form, it took me four minutes to get the contacts in, and I found myself blinking every two seconds after I did have them in.

Sounds about right.

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