Being Ex-SIghted Ain’t So Bad

Being Ex-Sighted Ain’t So Bad.
There are many disadvantages to being blind, but there are several advantages, if you only look for them.
One such advantage is to taste and appreciate food more. Since I cannot see the food I am eating, or even worse, placing a proper size bite into my mouth, so, when I’m able to get a bite instead of wearing it, the experience gives me great pleasure.
I had one such experience in which I forked my salad and tried to stick half a head of lettuce into my mouth. Of course as Murphy would have it; I was on a date and in a crowded restaurant during lunch rush. The second I tried placing the lettuce, I was instantly marked. There was enough dressing on the lettuce that excess dripped from both sides of my cheeks. Embarrassing! My date caught me and while she laughed at my antics of trying to be cool as if eating a half a head of iceberg was an everyday thing, she wasted no time in cutting up my salad.
Another advantage of being blind is you hear more than the sighted.
I was partnered up with a guy in the science lab at Augusta State. We were filling out the daily lab when the professor told the class of a formula to complete the paperwork and I heard it.
When my lab partner came to that point that he needed the formula, I repeated what the professor had said. He was utterly amazed. He exclaimed, “How did you know that?” The entire class was all talking at the same time when I told him the professor had told us earlier. He mumbled his astonishment as we completed the lab.
Sightees as I call you people, who can see, are so easily impressed. When I try to explain it was easy enough that they could do it too, I am usually met with a lot of skepticism.
What I enjoy being blind the most is listening to a bird call in the twilight gloom. A little while back, I heard a Northern Bob White. This particular fowl usually hangs out in the mid-western states where I first heard its simplistic song. I wonder how many other people heard the call of a Northern Bob White that evening.
It sort of makes me feel special. Not being able to see and still do things the sighted could easily do for themselves but usually can’t hear past the television or their smart phones.
Let’s not forget the best part of being blind, is that misunderstanding and confusion over doorknobs. [Author’s note: For reference to doorknobs, see previous blog on the exploits of being blind.]