It is useful to have lived long enough to glean some time-tested nuggets of life wisdom. Such as:

--You are going to get depressed sometimes, for no apparent reason, with no apparent cause.
--You can flog yourself into energetic anti-depression measures, viz., going to the gym and working out, but really, it's kind of like vitamin C and the common cold; take it and it'll be over in seven days, don't take it and it'll last a week. Avoidance measures, such as eating corn chips and rereading good slash, are just as likely or unlikely to restore decent mood.
--You should probably, however, avoid going out and mingling with the mass of humanity, because that will only leave you feeling that one of those apocalyptic species-annihilating plagues would not be all that bad a thing.
--Do not hit the booze unless you're fairly sure you can deal with the hangover come morning.
--Retail therapy should also be avoided; the hangover there comes much later, when the Visa bill arrives, but lasts much longer.
--Do not examine any part of your body in the mirror. In fact, avoid mirrors entirely for the duration.
--Do not beat yourself up about the dirty dishes. There are always dirty dishes. They do not symbolize your basic lack of human worth, your inability to manage any aspect of life, the inexorable laws of entropy and inevitable heat death of the universe, or anything else large or small. They're just dishes. You'll wash them at some point.
--Dumb comedy was made for occasions like this. Beavis and Butthead-level dumb. Practice saying "uh, huh huh huh" along with the guys. Alternatively, put on loud dumb music and dance like a dork. (Close the blinds first, for godsake.)
--Go out on the back deck and look up at the clouds for a while. Breathe. It can't hurt to repeat a few times, inwardly, Sometimes I go around feeling sorry for myself, and all the time a great wind is carrying me across the sky.
--Go to bed. The sun will rise tomorrow, and so will you.



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The myopic leading the blind resonant8.livejournal.com/14014.html
Until I started reading HP, I'd never been involved in a fandom in which one of the characters wore glasses.

It's becoming increasingly obvious to me that most of the writers do not wear glasses.

I'm nearsighted and astigmatic, and I've been wearing glasses since I was 24. For the benefit of HP writers who are cursed with perfect vision, here are a few observations about glasses that you might find useful in your next story.

1. If I kissed you while I was wearing my glasses, they would quickly become covered with smears of grease from your face and mine. It's kind of disgusting. Plus, a passionate kiss would push the nosepieces into the bridge of my nose in a rather uncomfortable way.

If I'm going to deliver any kiss beyond a quick goodbye peck, I always take my glasses off first.

2. If I had sex with you while wearing my glasses, then I'd have the abovementioned nosepiece problem, only much, much worse. If I lay on my side or pressed my face against a pillow (or against your smooth, strong thighs), the earpieces would press inward against my temples or outward against the backs of my ears, which is quite uncomfortable. And they'd probably get bent out of shape, too, so that they'd be uncomfortable to wear afterwards until I could manage to take them to the optician for adjustment. They might even get bent enough to pop a lens out.

Plus: Within a couple of minutes they'd be so smeared that I wouldn't be able to see through them anyway.

If I'm going to be having sex, I take my glasses off. And I put them in a safe place, far, far away. This is so that a flailing hand can't knock them from the nightstand onto the bed, where they might be rolled over upon and smooshed.

3. My vision is moderately bad -- I can't legally drive with uncorrected vision -- but I'm not blind without my glasses. I can read and write and carry on conversations without them.

Out to about eighteen inches from my face, things are just as clear to me without glasses as with them. From eighteen inches out to arm's length, things are still pretty clear -- I can easily distinguish facial expressions from that distance, and I can read my laptop screen without my glasses if I squint a bit. This means that I don't need to wear my glasses to bed in order to see the look of passion and adoration on my lover's face.

If I knew you well, I'd be able to recognize you from across the room without my glasses (though I probably couldn't tell if you were winking at me).

So there you go. Now I don't want to read any more stories where Harry keeps his glasses on while giving head because he wants to be able to see what he's doing, all right?