Do People Realize That Some People Dont Actually Want Glasses?

Do people realize that some people don’t actually want glasses?

I have glasses, and I need them for driving and work, but most of the time I’d rather not see clearly. I am so used to everything being fuzzy, that wearing my glasses is overstimulating. I feel like I’m seeing too much and too little at the same time, like I’m wearing blinders.

I don’t know if anyone else feels that way but it’s certainly interesting.

Roses are white

Violets aren’t blue

Flower colors don’t matter

When my love is for you

The roses are fake

Plastic pieces we built

At least now we know

The petals won’t wilt

I’ll give you a cactus

Cuz flowers would die

You give it a name

To keep it alive

Roses have thorns

The cactus has spines

Do you want flowers?

Would you be mine?

Kinda long poem so it’s mostly under the cut

I took the fast train

And I rode it in style.

With the loot that I gained,

I’m not stayin’ for trial.

“Hands up!” Said a Stranger

Busting down the door.

I knew there was danger

When his boots hit the floor.

“Keep ‘em high, pretty eyes,”

Said the Stranger to me.

“There’s no reason to die,

I just want gold, you see.”

“Well stranger,” says I,

“I’m sorry to tell

I tossed mine all down

In the wishing well.”

“What did you wish for?”

The stranger asked me.

“I wished for a stranger,

So handsome to see.

“I wished for a stranger,

To take me away.

So now that you’re here,

No need to delay.

“I’m outside the law

And folks I have none.

It’s nice having comp’ny

When you’re on the run.”

“Come on.” Said the Stranger.

“I just want the pearls.

Not some idiot thief

With mud water curls.”

“Too bad.” Says I,

While drawing sidearm.

“I hoped this would end

With doing no harm.”

“What kinda jewels did

You toss in that well?”

The Stranger was planning.

He knew, I could tell.

“I guess that depends,”

I said with a wink,

“On what you say next.

Go on then: think.”

Continue the story?

Is it easier to be manipulated and know that it’s happening but still fall into the hole, or not know you’re being manipulated?

Here’s a short very random story that I wrote a year or so ago to purposely fail, but ended up gettin an A with

i had three fic ideas.  wrote one.  i still have three fic ideas.  this is not how math is supposed to work.