We were deep in one of our usual lighthearted convos when the topic of eyesight came up. Years ago, I had laser eye surgery and, for a long time, my vision was crystal clear. But recently, things have started to shift again. You know how it goes—nothing lasts forever, especially not perfect vision.
My husband, being the jokester he is, never misses a chance to tease me. This time, it was about my lifelong struggle with contact lenses.
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"You just can’t handle touching your own eye!" he said, flashing that mischievous grin that always makes me laugh—no matter how many times I hear it. And let me tell you, he’s not wrong. The idea of putting something directly into my eye? Immediate nope. My hands tremble, my shoulders tense, and let’s not even talk about these long nails I refuse to part with.
"You go ahead and wear them; I’ll never be able to!" I snapped back, laughing. It’s one of those playful arguments we’ve had a hundred times, but it never gets old.
Then, as always, our conversation took a random turn—this time to phones. He brought up how people still cling to those loud, old-school ringtones, the kind that sound like they were ripped straight from Alexander Graham Bell’s workshop.
"Can you believe it? Almost everyone chooses the exact same ringtone!" he said, shaking his head and chuckling.
And honestly, he's not lying. You know those piercing, high-pitched tones that cut through a room like m-á-u-curdling screams? The ones no one can ignore even if they tried? People still love them. Maybe it’s nostalgia, maybe it’s just convenience—but the moment one of those tones blares in public, everybody jumps, checking their pockets and purses like their life depends on it.
We laughed so hard imagining a room full of people reaching for the same imaginary phone. It’s ridiculous, yet so real.
Sometimes, it’s these little, random chats that remind me how much joy there is in shared quirks, simple humor, and growing older together—even if your eyesight doesn’t quite keep up.
