I have a secret resentment. I have perfect vision. I want glasses, the nerdier the better. Black frames perched on my nose, resting comfortably over my ears. I have read in the darkest of lights, stared at computer screens for too long and happily moved closer the the television against the advise of "you'll ruin your eyesight". I surrender. At least, it will be something I can look forward to in old age. For now I will scour the sunglasses stands in search for the perfect shades.