Yesterday night, I rubbed my eyes because my dry contacts were killing me. When I opened my eyes again and re-focused, my right eye's vision was noticeably impaired. I went to the mirror to check to see if my contact was still in my eye. It was not... It had miraculously disappeared; it had vanished into thin air... I looked everywhere just in case I had dropped it, but it was nowhere to be found.
So here are my theories about where my lost contact has gone:
1) Some crevice in the back of my eye? I think that's where those little flies end up when they fly right into your eye. If you think about it, whenever you have something in your eye and you rub your eye to get it out, you never actually take out the foreign object... And yet, it manages to "disappear." I think that it's wholly possible to have some little crevice in the back of the eye where all the dirt, the little flies, and yes, even lost contacts end up.
2) Some alternate dimension where all lost objects wind up for the sole purpose of bringing absent-minded people frustration? (I don't really believe this, but this theory serves as a segue way to my next topic of interest: weird people.)
Weird and interesting people that I have the pleasure of knowing:
1) My childhood friend Paul Kim (example of friend with diminished sense of reality). This guy used to tell me about alternate dimensions and weird stuff like that. He once told me that he was an alien from the sun, to be more accurate, from the inside of the sun. According to him, the sun was hollow and conveniently air-conditioned. What a character... Oh yeah, he also made the claim that all sports were rigged... I think that's a little bit more believable...
2) Math genius Ji Ho (example of friend with mathematical sense of reality). Today, I asked him when the last time he dreamt about math was. He answered, "Two days ago." Hahaha... I asked him what he dreamt about, and he told me his dream was about a problem dealing with alternate harmonic series. The guy couldn't solve the problem in his dream, so when he woke up, he got out a piece of paper and a pencil (I imagine) and solved it. What a crazy son of a gun...
Hahaha... For all you math junkies out there, here's the problem he was pondering in his sleep:
x = 1 - 1/2 + 1/3 - 1/4 + 1/5 - 1/6 + 1/7 - 1/8 + 1/9 - 1/10 + 1/11 ...and so on...
What is x?
Naturally, it's the natural log of 2...
So here are my theories about where my lost contact has gone:
1) Some crevice in the back of my eye? I think that's where those little flies end up when they fly right into your eye. If you think about it, whenever you have something in your eye and you rub your eye to get it out, you never actually take out the foreign object... And yet, it manages to "disappear." I think that it's wholly possible to have some little crevice in the back of the eye where all the dirt, the little flies, and yes, even lost contacts end up.
2) Some alternate dimension where all lost objects wind up for the sole purpose of bringing absent-minded people frustration? (I don't really believe this, but this theory serves as a segue way to my next topic of interest: weird people.)
Weird and interesting people that I have the pleasure of knowing:
1) My childhood friend Paul Kim (example of friend with diminished sense of reality). This guy used to tell me about alternate dimensions and weird stuff like that. He once told me that he was an alien from the sun, to be more accurate, from the inside of the sun. According to him, the sun was hollow and conveniently air-conditioned. What a character... Oh yeah, he also made the claim that all sports were rigged... I think that's a little bit more believable...
2) Math genius Ji Ho (example of friend with mathematical sense of reality). Today, I asked him when the last time he dreamt about math was. He answered, "Two days ago." Hahaha... I asked him what he dreamt about, and he told me his dream was about a problem dealing with alternate harmonic series. The guy couldn't solve the problem in his dream, so when he woke up, he got out a piece of paper and a pencil (I imagine) and solved it. What a crazy son of a gun...
Hahaha... For all you math junkies out there, here's the problem he was pondering in his sleep:
x = 1 - 1/2 + 1/3 - 1/4 + 1/5 - 1/6 + 1/7 - 1/8 + 1/9 - 1/10 + 1/11 ...and so on...
What is x?
Naturally, it's the natural log of 2...
