The twilight zone

The place my sunglasses go. Finally I found it.

I am incredibly obsessive about checking myself for my wallet and car keys and sunglasses, but eventually I always lose my sunglasses, which in the desert for someone with pale and delicate princesslike skin is a very distressing experience.

Since I have a not so good memory when it comes to do with anything reality-oriented, I have been just stumped figuring out what happens. It seems that if I go into a restaurant while it's light, but come out when it's dark, that's where the problem is. Which makes sense.

I sort of piece together what's going on as it happens because I don't really get very immersed in reality, so if it's dark why do I need sunglasses? And bam, that's another missing pair. Of course, I get them from the dollar store but damn it's annoying.

It's funny because people will sometimes turn up their nose at my dollar store sunglasses but they are made in the same child labor camps as any more expensive brands and look as good (or better) than most designer glasses. Actually I think cheap sunglasses are one item that always looks more cool than expensive ones - though of course driving a bmw or mercedes says "hey I'm an idiot who knows nothing about cars and I want a status symbol that's inferior to everything else on the market but more expensive" but with cars in general you get what you pay for to some extent I guess, but with sunglasses, the cheaper the better.

I can't underscore enough how exciting this is for me. I thought I would have to continue buying sunglasses each day forever, but now I know. And knowing is half the battle. Or so my uncle joe told me.