ocd

I recently decided that, after about 8 years of not wearing any, with a new school year on the rise, and my newfound love for reading, it was time for me to get a new set of frames for my eyes. So I went to Optical Outlets, picked out a pair, had my eyes checked and they sent me my tortoise-shell glasses in about a week. They've made reading a bit easier and I feel like I'm reading faster, but I'm probably just losing my mind. I've gotten into the bad habit of wiping the lenses with my shirt all the time to clean them, which is an especially bad idea for me, always focusing on little, stupid, unimportant details, because now there's a billion (really about 5 or 6) scratches on the lenses from the fibers and dirt on my shirt. Fuck. However, I can't see them when I'm wearing the glasses, only when I'm being obsessive and holding them up to the light, which I do, because I have some serious issues. Anytime I get something new I do the same thing - I want whatever it is to be in pristine condition. Give me a few weeks, and I'll stop caring. I hope. Here's a picture of them:

Now I can pretend I'm Tyler Legacy and/or pretend I'm good in maths.
Sweet.