My Third Eye

My Third Eye

I never wanted another one – eye that is – right up until the last five years. But then the desire became so strong, the desperation so deeply rooted that bit by tiny bit I began to evolve.

I’m sure you’ve all seen the pictures that show someone with a third eye smack bang in the middle of their forehead. I ask you; what the hell is that good for? It’s not going to increase the range of vision is it! Put the left eye and right eye together and not only can the focus on what is directly in front but they provide far more of a peripheral vision too. No, I wanted my third eye to increase my vision.

The world seems to be increasingly full of people waiting for the perfect opportunity to stab each other in the back. Maybe I’ve been becoming paranoid but I’m having to spend more and more time looking over my shoulder just to check that there’s no one too close behind me. It would make my life so much easier if I could grow a third eye in the back of my head.

I concentrated on it, every single spare moment I had, but I’ll admit I felt that I was trying for the impossible. I should occupy my mind with striving for more achievable goals.

And then I felt it... an itch. Right in the center of the back of my head. You know the feeling, like you have grit in your eyes and you can’t get rid of it? Well, that’s exactly what it felt like. And as much as I wanted to rub or scratch, the skin seemed to be far too tender.

This called for drastic action. I took a pair of scissors and I hacked at my hair, cropping it as close to my scalp as I could get it. The itching eased, but didn’t vanish. I pulled a woollen hat over my raggedy hair and I was sure I noticed a darkening of my vision. Chucking that thought aside as so hallucination or other I went to the drug store and bought an electric razor.

You know, the price of some of them seemed mind-boggling. Why would I pay $200 for something when I could buy one that did the same thing for $20?

Back home with my $20 razor plugged in, I started it up. The buzzing sensation was kind of unpleasant but I could hear the blade cutting into my remaining hair. As I lifted my arm over my shoulder, I shaved the back of my head. Only when I got to the middle it felt odd, made me shudder, and then I saw the light. Literally! The bulb that hung from the ceiling behind me became more and more clear.

It didn’t make sense. I suppose you are thinking that I was looking at it through a mirror, but that is not so. No mirror; I had been shaving my head by feel alone.

It made me feel dizzy and nauseous. My sight was no longer confined to the front of my face. To all intents and purposes I could suddenly see more or less 360 degrees. My mind rebelled and I had to sit down. I wanted to press my head into the back of the sofa, but that was no longer an option.

My third eye has become stronger and my brain has adapted to process the extra information. I have to sit on stools and sleep on my side but that’s a small price to pay. I don’t need anyone to watch my back for me – I’m perfectly capable of doing it for myself.