Driving Glasses

I’m too sexy for absolutely nothing.

July 18th, 2019

These are my driving glasses.

They are as much of The Dennis Vogen Story as any other part of me. When I was a young punk, I found these metal monsters in a broken basket at a thrift store. It started as a joke, but I fell in love; these random spectacles just happened to give me perfect vision. So I bought them for $3 and have been wearing them to see ever since. I’ve passed all of my vision tests with them, I’ve watched concerts and movies and American Ninja Warrior through them, I’ve used them for Halloween costumes (Dwight Schrute, anyone?).

Fast forward to this morning, when I visited the eye doctor for the first time in my adult life. I told her about my glasses, and she laughed and said she had never heard a story like that before. Then she asked if we could test my glasses to see how accurate they were.

Can you see where this is going?

They are almost my perfect prescription. The axis was a little off for both eyes, and my left lens had a little more power than I needed, but they were incredibly close.

There’s no way I’m going to take this and turn it into one of my things where I talk about life, right? Well, of course I am.

Always trust your own vision. People will say you look stupid and you’re not doing it right, but in the end, you know what clarity looks like. I love these stupid glasses, and while it’s nice to finally be kind of a grown up and have my first pair made just for me, these say as much about who I am as the words I say or things I do.

So don’t automatically listen to people who say you can’t see. Because more likely than not, you don’t see the world like anybody else.

Published by dennisvogen

I'm me, of course. Or am I?

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