I’m nearsighted, and sometimes I feel like it’s the one thing that protects me. People always tell me to get glasses or contacts, but honestly, I don’t want to. The blur is a comfort.

When I wear glasses, I see everything too clearly,  the fake smiles, the bitterness in people’s eyes, the ugliness in how some folks treat each other. I see all the little details I’d rather not notice. It makes me feel exposed, like the world is pressing in too close.

But when I take my glasses off, everything softens. The edges fade, and it’s almost like the toxicity around me doesn’t exist. The people who hurt me, the things I hate about society, they all blur into the background. And in that blur, I can finally breathe.

I know it sounds weird, but sometimes I wish life itself could be that blurry. Softer. Kinder. Less sharp. Because clarity doesn’t always feel like a gift,  sometimes it feels like a punishment.

So yeah, I guess I’m choosing not to see the world too clearly right now. And maybe that’s my way of surviving.