The Sunglasses Curse
So summer is just about underway here in the Pacific Northwest. Here in Seattle, the season is known as "ooo, so this is why people live here" season.
I have but one goal this summer ... to successfully loose my sunglasses.
I'm not a superstitious individual, but sometimes the evidence outweighs even strongest of convictions and leaves only one conclusion.
I love sunglasses. Many brands, many styles, its one of the few decorations men get to enjoy. I don't remember ever not liking them ... and in the last couple of years during periods of incredibly bright sunshine my eyes seem to hurt without them, successfully shooting them into the "need" category.
Here's the issue. It seems that I cannot own a nice pair of sunglasses longer than a few weeks. The day I spend more than a mini-mart price for a pair of "shades" the curse begins, and it's only a matter of time ... a very short amount of it ... until they are either lost, stolen or damaged. I then in a panic to save my eyes will stop at some corner store and pick up the special $8.99 pair ... which will never be lost, stolen or damaged. No matter how hard I try, the cheap ones always stay around.
My latest episode, I dropped a favorite pair of rubber framed Spy's into a lake over 2 years ago. I bought a pair of cheap green disgusting things at a Chevron station in the middle of nowhere to get me through the rest of the summer. I still have this same pair. Gah!
I refuse to buy another pair when I have a pair that functions ... but it'd be really great to loose these hideous things this year and finally provide myself the excuse.
I've often asked myself why this happens to me and I've nailed it down to one possible reason. When I was a kid I was at some church I had never been to before. The details are fuzzy, I have no idea of my age at the time, where this was or why I was there. What I do remember however is the color of the pews (yellow) and finding a pair of sunglasses in a case after everyone had left sitting next to me. I suppose the right thing would have been to turn them in ... but they we cool ... I just couldn't do it. I later found out they were a pretty luxurious pair and then proceeded to treasure them even more. It wasn't much later until I lost them. If I had only known what that single act of thievery would lead to...
Life lessons indeed.