I had the inconvenience of being diagnosed with mild near-sightedness in the 8th grade. I got glasses, but I never wore them. They looked something like this:
Oddly enough, so did my hair. *shudder*
Anyway, since my left eye was normal, I didn't end up wearing the glasses on any kind of regular basis until sometime after I'd graduated college. I was doing a lot of night time driving because of my grad classes and my depth perception seemed off. So, I buckled and started wearing the glasses. After all, it was night time. I'd be able to see and no one could see. me. Win-win for everyone.
Except, I discovered that my eyes, once given the outlet of corrective lenses to do the heavy lifting, "gave up". My vision deteriorated precipitously after this point. Being vain, I continued to only wear my glasses when driving. Alone. Even after the right ear piece fell off in 1996:
Today, I finally broke down and bought new glasses. It'd been over 20 years after all. The eye exam was covered by my health insurance. The glasses...were...not.
I walked out of the office, having purchased two pairs of glasses (one regular - rimless, almost invisible lenses on barely present wireframes and one pair of sunglasses - RayBan Predator Flight series in Bronze...I used to work for Sunglass Hut...old habits and tastes die hard...), just somewhat over $700 lighter in my bank account. Buh? I was tempted to ask if the glasses came with a hemorrhoid donut for my suddenly throbbing asshole. Yep. My bum was all "rent asunder" by the nice folks at LensCrafters. It wasn't the price of the frames that bugged me. I was prepared for that. It was the damn lenses. Is this normal? Did I get hosed? Will my glasses pick up stereo? Cure cancer? Inquiring victims of occular rectal invasion want to know.
On the other hand, it may be another 20 years before I get my eyes checked again. It's probably going to be cost-effective over time, with inflation. At the very least, I should be able to sit down comfortably by then.