When I shelled out the money to get my eyes lasered, I opened proverbial floodgates. Just who is this person I've become? Why, around this time last year, the hair on my head was practically fried, because of a bad perm. And I lived with it. I was holding on to clothes I've had since at least college, which was a rosy half-decade past. And I wasn't holding on to the clothes because they have transcended style or were still in good shape. They were serviceable, but I did look stuck in a party everyone left quite sometime ago. In short, I was cheap, and it showed.
I had my eyes lasered partly because I couldn't recognize my relatives when I happen upon them on the streets, and mostly because people I don't know lower their voices when they see me in the library. And I must say, in spite of the resulting dryness of my eyes (which on bad days angers me, because no one in that goddamned clinic even mentioned it, and boy, are my eyes DRY) life has been much easier with perfect eyesight.
Which brings us to the proverbial floodgates. Lasering didn't just make life easier, it also bumped me up into the next level of cute. And I liked it. Suddenly nothing was good enough for me anymore. The ragged clothes were donated. I bought bags, the kind that encourages older relatives to try and make you acknowledge guilt for being so profligate.
Just last night, I was inspecting my teeth in the mirror, fretting because two of my lower teeth were pointed inwards, instead of straight up. And right there, while I was seriously considering braces because of my incorrect bite, I thought, oh my god, just who the hell have I become? Who the fuck cares about my bite?
Oh I know all about the suffering of undue wear on the teeth and all the hoopla that comes with an incorrect bite. But really, mine is a fully functional, albeit ugly mouth. If I bite you it's bound to hurt, and if I bite my dinner it's gonna break into chewable pieces. Shouldn't that be all that matters?
I wish I could tell you that last night's realization was the start of a pivot back towards a frugal, less vain self. Hahaha, no, it was not. I am getting those braces, so there's no lesson to be learned here. Maglalaway kayo sa ngipin kong pantay-pantay. Just wait and see.
I had my eyes lasered partly because I couldn't recognize my relatives when I happen upon them on the streets, and mostly because people I don't know lower their voices when they see me in the library. And I must say, in spite of the resulting dryness of my eyes (which on bad days angers me, because no one in that goddamned clinic even mentioned it, and boy, are my eyes DRY) life has been much easier with perfect eyesight.
Which brings us to the proverbial floodgates. Lasering didn't just make life easier, it also bumped me up into the next level of cute. And I liked it. Suddenly nothing was good enough for me anymore. The ragged clothes were donated. I bought bags, the kind that encourages older relatives to try and make you acknowledge guilt for being so profligate.
Just last night, I was inspecting my teeth in the mirror, fretting because two of my lower teeth were pointed inwards, instead of straight up. And right there, while I was seriously considering braces because of my incorrect bite, I thought, oh my god, just who the hell have I become? Who the fuck cares about my bite?
Oh I know all about the suffering of undue wear on the teeth and all the hoopla that comes with an incorrect bite. But really, mine is a fully functional, albeit ugly mouth. If I bite you it's bound to hurt, and if I bite my dinner it's gonna break into chewable pieces. Shouldn't that be all that matters?
I wish I could tell you that last night's realization was the start of a pivot back towards a frugal, less vain self. Hahaha, no, it was not. I am getting those braces, so there's no lesson to be learned here. Maglalaway kayo sa ngipin kong pantay-pantay. Just wait and see.
