Nowadays everyone knows about gaslighting. It seems to have become a national sport in which everyone participates one way or the other. What was just said, wasn’t really said. Your ears must be clogged up. What you just saw, didn’t really happen. Your eyes must be cloudy.
Speaking of cloudy eyes, my vision took both an upwards and downwards trajectory. By 5pm, when I am wearing my contact lens, my eyes just can’t seem to focus. Yet, overall my vision is better so I was recently told.
Because of covid it has been so hard this past year seeing through my foggy lens. Rather late into the pandemic, I discovered there’s such an item as a declogger. You spray it on your lens and supposedly you fog up less.
Now, at this point in time, I can see through the fog. Obviously, I am speaking more abstractly about life and the surrounding fuzziness. I can more clearly now see people for the charade that they are. I can see more clearly some of the paths before me. Although, nothing is really clear and simple anymore. Even with a plain dish, I can get anaphylaxis if someone had just touched shellfish. Yes, I mixed up the whole story here.
Bottom line. Get an anti-fogger and be weary of even some of the simple things. Too ominous? Shrug.
Categories: Culture, current events, identity, mental health, Psychology, society
psychologistmimi 
So maybe the fact that my glasses would fog up whenever I wore a mask is symbolic of the fogginess of life in the time of COVID. But then again all I really needed was a tighter fitting mask.
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Just A Suggestion
Had the Same Issue
When i Was Your Age
Having issues Focusing
Late in The Day Wearing
Contact Lens
Come to Find
Out Later When
The Condition Became
Severe i Developed Dry
Eye Syndrome And Eventually
The Autoimmune Disease Sjogren’s
Syndrome Associated With 11 Years
Of Chronic To Acute Work Related
Stress Yep A Total Of 19 Disorders
For my Inability to Say no to the
Slow Frog Boil Not Only Did my
Eyes Quit Making Tears
The Sjogren’s Syndrome
Attacked The Nerves In
My Feet ThT Wasn’t Diagnosed
Until Years Later After 2006 When
We were in The Theater
Watching The Movie
“Happy Feet” The
Penguin Version of
“Foot Loose” And
The Pain Was So Excruciating
i Couldn’t Bear To Touch The
Theater Floor And The Words
Happy And Joy Had Lost
All Meaning to
me that is Actually
A Very First Harbinger
We Need to Move to a
Different Life When There
Is No Sanctity of Happiness
Or Joy…
In Wars
Of Merit At
Least On Memorial
Day Weekend We Stand
Upon The Blood And Bones
Of Those Who Died For Our
Freedoms To Say No To
State And Church And Work
That Otherwise Takes
Our Lives Liberties
And Pursuit
To
Enjoy
“Happy Feet” Away
If Anyone Wrote me
This Poem Then Would
i Have Changed A Thing
Probably
Not i
Was Way
Too Afraid And Weak
As Many People Are
Today That Explains Why
After The Pandemic Break
Some Folks Aren’t
Going Back To Jobs
Where They Were
Treated
Less Than
Human As only
A Frigging Cog in A Machine
To Be Clear i Am No Doctor
Just
A “Liver”
In “A Love Story”
Of A Life Finally Breathing Free🍃
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