Jeepers Creepers, where'd ya get those peepers?

I hit an aging milestone yesterday.  I bought my first readers.  For you youngbloods out there, those are the generic magnifying glasses to facilitate reading small print.  I bought a few pair because I hear my friends say they leave them in every room of the house.  I'll see how that works out.

I resisted buying them because I could struggle along.  But I finally asked myself why I was forcing myself to struggle.  Was it vanity?  Ego?  

SPOILER:  It was.

Which is silly, because I don't think any lesser of others who use them.  Sometimes they even look good/sexy/stylish depending on their whole vibe.

I think part of my answer to that question of why I resisted was also seeing this as the beginning of the end.  Another inevitability of my aging and eventually failing body.