OUCH

I hate contacts. Not as much as I hate wearing glasses, but I hate them. If they had souls, they would dance with the devil. Little pieces of plastic that you mostly don't know are even there. But then there are the times...they can turn on you in an instant. Literally. All of a sudden they're in the corner of your eye socket and you have to fish them out. That HURTS. And it only happens when you're a) out of replacements/solution b) at work and unable to step away c) driving. Dammit. I've had to, on many occasions, hold one in my mouth, trying hard not to swallow it, until I could get to a sink. I've had to go with only one in at a time because the other one ripped. I rub my eyes a lot, and they don't like that. They know, somehow, we can't live without them. Unless you're lucky to have good vision. Yeah, I had good vision up until junior year in high school. Now that I think about it, it might have been the teacher. My eyes couldn't handle looking at him anymore, so they went blurry. Damn you Mr. Chemistry Teacher for screwing up my eyes.