As if falling through the Rabbit Hole

Channeling my inner Judy Bernly?

So.... I got new glasses yesterday. No big deal; they're glasses. It was the same price to put new lenses in my old frames as it was to just purchase new frames. So, why not go with something different. I had a difficult time finding a pair I wanted. The glasses salesman then said, "You can use sunglasses frames if you want." A whole new world of possibilities had just opened up. It took me only one minute to say, "These!" Incidentally, I do really LOVE these glasses. Love, LOVE them!

But curiously, adults do not. When I went to pick them up & have them fitted, no one in the store liked them. They were in horror to find out the prescription sunglasses that had to be ordered were going to be the exact... same... pair. My parents didn't even like them. My dad was confused that they were even real glasses. Did he think they were wielding goggles? Afterwards, I went to Starbucks & all the barista's looked me in the face & then would immediately avert their eyes. Only one guy when handing me my drink looked me square in the eyes & said, "Here ya go." & smiled. Which leads me to posting the above photo on Instagram.

I figured I would post my new glasses on Instagram, because that's what it's for, photo snippets of my life. I figured over the course of a few days some of my friends would like it. But the point to me is not likes & comments, though they are nice; it's so I can look back through later & see what's changed in me.

In less than 30 seconds I had 22 hearts. That photo now has 35 hearts. 98% are from middle school boys (mainly) & girls. My Instagram is like this blog (and my life in general); it's not popular. I get about 3 - 5 views per blog post here (except for the gazillion views on the post about Weepuls.) On Instagram I have probably 7 total hearts (maximum) on a photo & that's after a few hours.

I feel like I'm missing something here. I ~~think~~ know most people would be offended to be 32 years old & have so many likes from middle schoolers (because I've had them tell me the connection makes them sick). I'm not offended, just simply confused.

Is Nine to Five so old it's cool? Are giant, octagonal-like frames so old that they are cool now? Was it a middle schooler Instagram party & they were just all on & saw this photo, when they normally wouldn't have? Am I the new middle school queen overlord? Is it a 'Hot for Teacher' thing? Do I not look like an adult?

So many questions! I know I shant have an answer, but it doesn't mean my mind isn't whirring with questions.

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