In George Orwell’s Animal Farm, the newly-empowered critters proclaim “four legs good, two legs bad,” only to later betray their entire belief system with the new wisdom that “four legs good, two legs better.”
I can relate. After extolling the virtues of wearing one contact lens (i.e. monovision), I took the bold step of putting the second lens in. Guess what?
One lens good, two lens better.
Sorry, monovision. I am fully committed to binocular vision.
And contact lenses aren’t bad at all. I had tried them a few years ago, and hated them. But the new lenses are comfortable enough that I genuinely forget that I’m wearing them. I’m a person who’s always had bad touching-my-eye squeamishness, but it’s been cake.
So my advice to my glasses-wearing brethren: give contacts a shot, even if you’re convinced you could never handle it.
The only reason I was trying contacts at all was as a trial-run for LASIK monovision. Now I’m just a guy who wears contacts. It’s really good, and doesn’t involve slicing my cornea.