First of all, I am myopic—in the medical sense of the word. Myopia really refers to nearsightedness and I’m nearsighted. I’m also farsighted, but that’s another story and another eye. Myopia has come to mean lack of foresight, obtuse; narrow-mindedness, intolerance. This is similar to how idiot used to refer to people who had an intellectual disability and is now used in a derogatory way to suggest that a person without an intellectual disability is foolish, senseless, and does things without thinking—which, if you’ve ever met people with intellectual disabilities, doesn’t often correlate to them at all.
Anyway, in common usage, I’ve come to hear myopic and myopia to refer to someone who is overly focused on one thing at the exclusion of other things, like the way a person with myopic vision (without glasses) will hold a book right up to their nose to read it, and will therefore not see what else is going on in the room. This is the sense that I’m using the word, and I feel wholly comfortable using it in that sense, because I’ve been both the person who is literally myopic and figuratively myopic, especially lately.
Most of my posts have been about me, my health, and my children, at the exclusion of everything else that has been going on. I’m not up on the news. I haven’t heard the latest. And I’ve actually found that I’m totally and completely okay with that. Unfortunately, I imagine that reading as I prattle on about my little life has gotten rather boring.
So, I’m sorry for being so myopic. I’ve put my glasses back on. Later this week, I’ll tell you what I’ve been seeing.