I’m short sighted, and as such need to wear some form of optical enhancement to enable me to function during normal life. My preference has always been contact lenses, although I do occasionally wear glasses, and anyone else who is visually challenged will know that without such things, existing in this world without walking into the path of a speeding bus would be pretty much impossible.
The time had recently come for my annual contact lens check up and sight test, but with moving area and having to change the branch of my opticians, things didn’t exactly go smoothly. Without boring you with administrative details, the delivery of my new lenses was severely delayed because the old and new branch had computers that didn’t get along, and couldn’t therefore agree upon whose responsibility it was to sort everything out for me.
It made me realise how dependant upon this company and others like them I am to enable me to fulfil one of life’s most basic functions: seeing. If they were to go bust, sure I could go elsewhere. If they all went bust, well I’ve got my glasses to fall back on. If I then literally fell back on them and they smashed, however, where would I be? Let’s fast forward a few years to the dystopian future that’s on its way, (excuse my presumption here, but I’m guessing you all know the world is going to hell and one day we’re all going to become essentially feral creatures willing to kill with a rusty nail driven through a plank of wood for the last tin of Spam in existence), and there is no more Specsavers or Boots to come to my aid, my contact lenses have withered to a morsel of twisted plastic and my glasses lie in shards on the floor of my derelict squat. How will I see? (Will I even want to?)
There are a few options available. Stock pile? Get laser surgery? I have a wedding and new house to save for, so that’s probably not going to happen anytime soon and I hear it doesn’t last forever anyway. Re-train as an optician and invest in some glass and spectacle fashioning equipment, then protect it with my life? Hope that I’m being overly pessimistic and bank on the apocalypse holding off until my comfortable existence has reached its natural conclusion?
The truth is, if I had been born in a different time, someone with eyesight like mine would by now most likely have already fallen from a cliff or been eaten by a wolf, and I should be thankful that I can exist at all. And if the time comes, I’ll have to be ready to wield that plank not only for the sake of Spam sustenance, but also to wrestle the specs from another poor four-eyed scavenger.
Spam or sight.
I’m afraid that’s the future that awaits me, and all of you reading this through refractively inferior eyeballs.