A visit to the optometrist seems an unlikely place provide an ego boost, yet it never fails to do so. Whenever I go to the eye doctor, he acts me to do a lot of simple tasks, and then praises me for preforming them. In a world of increasingly high expectations, the eye doctor has kept his standards refreshingly low.
"Look left." he asks. No problem. "That's it, very nice."
"Look left and up." I got this. "Perfect."
"Look up." Easiest one yet. "That's great!"
While it's true that my eye control is magnificent, the guy is completely, 100% earnest in his praise. And he doesn't stop. "Your eyes are very stable. Very stable. I'm very happy to see that," he says, and I beam with pride. All this makes the dilution eye drops bearable.
My eyes aren't even very good. I wear contacts that I'm practically blind without. Still, this guy makes me feel good about myself for something every non-baby human can do. I found the whole experience an interesting anecdote about the power sincere praise has to make someone else's day better.
"Look left." he asks. No problem. "That's it, very nice."
"Look left and up." I got this. "Perfect."
"Look up." Easiest one yet. "That's great!"
While it's true that my eye control is magnificent, the guy is completely, 100% earnest in his praise. And he doesn't stop. "Your eyes are very stable. Very stable. I'm very happy to see that," he says, and I beam with pride. All this makes the dilution eye drops bearable.
| How I think my eyes look with pupils dilated. |
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| How I actually look. |
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