Sunglasses and Ego
I find it hard to focus on a face with sunglasses. I am usually seeing if they can notice me trying to spot their pupils wondering away as they talk to me about their “god awful day” . Or if they can see me looking at myself. Short and stout from the curved lens. I understand in these moments that I am just here, as this reflection in their glasses, to everyone who looks at me. I’m reminded that I am being looked at.
There’s no doubt that some sunglasses are practical. Take that of my old headmasters specs - two eye socket shaped lenses that perfectly situated themselves in front of his blink, just so that his eyelashes wouldn’t brush against the glass. Practical. Definitely. There for their use, sunblocking. But somewhat a bit off putting and eerie. I do wonder with all purely practical sunglass wearers - surely you understands that first port of call for a gaze upon your face is your specs? If so, why don’t they look… well nice? It is a bit crazy to not consider any aesthetic value. But that is a reality for lots of people. We must understand that there is probably an incongruity to their relationship with perception and being perceived. Perhaps, the wearer of a practical lens never expects to be looked at, or judged for that matter. Perhaps they like the uncanny pedo- aesthetic of small framed glasses. Or, perhaps, they just aren’t a fan of a hat.
This takes me to the knowingly gazed at, or should I say willingly. An obnoxious lens is a fashion faux pas. It’s an idgaf to the point where I care so much to fashion the practicality of how my eyes can stop squinting. The more expensive, the more I am likely to look at you. I am intrigued at why you would carry such an economic weight that could slide right off the nip of your nose. And why do they cover such a surface area. Who are you hiding all intricate emotional signals of facial expressions from?
They answer maybe that that is the purpose. That emotions are a shallowly excavated hole the wearer has yet to dig through. Intimacy is forgotten and passiveness enforced. and If that is the case, then so be it. I am not here to carry judgement on someone’s emotional maturity - but unless I am wearing matching frames, there is an imbalance in power. You can read the way my squint appears when apprehensive or the well of water my ducts carry if stressed, perhaps nothing happens at all - but that is indicative itself. If you can see my eyes, then you can read me, but I can’t read you .
And that, I believe, is flattery. A dynamic similar to pop-stars and their fans, between the monarchy and their subject, to anyone celebrated by people unbeknownst to them. Because, well, it is flattering to gaze upon someone that is trying to find yours.
There’s no doubt that some sunglasses are practical. Take that of my old headmasters specs - two eye socket shaped lenses that perfectly situated themselves in front of his blink, just so that his eyelashes wouldn’t brush against the glass. Practical. Definitely. There for their use, sunblocking. But somewhat a bit off putting and eerie. I do wonder with all purely practical sunglass wearers - surely you understands that first port of call for a gaze upon your face is your specs? If so, why don’t they look… well nice? It is a bit crazy to not consider any aesthetic value. But that is a reality for lots of people. We must understand that there is probably an incongruity to their relationship with perception and being perceived. Perhaps, the wearer of a practical lens never expects to be looked at, or judged for that matter. Perhaps they like the uncanny pedo- aesthetic of small framed glasses. Or, perhaps, they just aren’t a fan of a hat.
This takes me to the knowingly gazed at, or should I say willingly. An obnoxious lens is a fashion faux pas. It’s an idgaf to the point where I care so much to fashion the practicality of how my eyes can stop squinting. The more expensive, the more I am likely to look at you. I am intrigued at why you would carry such an economic weight that could slide right off the nip of your nose. And why do they cover such a surface area. Who are you hiding all intricate emotional signals of facial expressions from?
They answer maybe that that is the purpose. That emotions are a shallowly excavated hole the wearer has yet to dig through. Intimacy is forgotten and passiveness enforced. and If that is the case, then so be it. I am not here to carry judgement on someone’s emotional maturity - but unless I am wearing matching frames, there is an imbalance in power. You can read the way my squint appears when apprehensive or the well of water my ducts carry if stressed, perhaps nothing happens at all - but that is indicative itself. If you can see my eyes, then you can read me, but I can’t read you .
And that, I believe, is flattery. A dynamic similar to pop-stars and their fans, between the monarchy and their subject, to anyone celebrated by people unbeknownst to them. Because, well, it is flattering to gaze upon someone that is trying to find yours.