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Rudi
When I was young, I told my dad I wanted a pair of glasses.
"Are you having trouble seeing?" he asked.
"No. I just want to look cool!"
So I graduated into my very first pair of grandfather-style-aviator spectacles as an 11 year old schoolboy. With a degree of -0.25 on each side, I was proud to add.
Truth is, I didn't need glasses, but I wanted them. I didn't understand it at the time, but all I knew was that wearing glasses could give you some sort of unannounced power over the non-spectacle wearing bunch at school. It exclaimed intelligence. Status. Power. And that was a lot for an 11 year old to have in primary school. My prepubescent female classmates digged it and they let me know (in innocent, unadulterated ways).
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