There's yet another aspect to the regrets, Nti. When I put my glasses on, I was in the seventh grade.
When I took them off, and looked in the mirror, something terrible had happened to me.
*choke*
Think about this: When I put MY glasses on, I was in the second grade. I don’t know how long I had needed them before that, but until my accident and the advent of contact lenses, I had to put my glasses on to find the glasses I had misplaced! Myopia sucks!
Me too Bob. I became desperate. Instead of shooting TV's I took to shooting mirrors. Desperate to never again see my reflection. Better Half hides her mirror, afraid I'll shoot that dang mirror. She still looks Great.
My mission, in life, has become to purge the world of mirrors. I can't do anything about ugly.