Daria1997

Jane:
So now what, eagle eye?

Daria:
Well, I can't wear my contacts until I see the doctor again, that's for sure. And if I bang into anyone else at school I'll be arrested for assault. So I guess it's back to the glasses tomorrow.

Jane:
Or we go downtown and apply for a seeing eye dog.

Daria:
I tell you the truth, this whole thing's got me very confused. I want my glasses back.

Jane:
Are you still hung up on that vanity thing?

Daria:
That's not it. Everyone already knows I'm vain.

Jane:
Oh, yeah, you're one huge narcissist. So if not that, then what?

Daria:
This is kind of hard to explain. It's like, I know my glasses set me apart. When I look in the mirror without them I can't see a thing. But when I put them on and look in the mirror again, I think...

Jane:
Yeah?

Daria:
I think to myself, 'Never mind glasses. You can see things that other people can't. You can see better than other people. So to hell with them and what they think of you and your glasses.'

Jane:
You're not talking about eyesight anymore, are you?

Daria:
No.

Jane:
And you like that Daria better than the Daria who cares about her looks.

Daria:
Um, yeah.

Jane:
I don't blame you. Why settle for vanity when you can have pure egotism? You're a twisted little cruller, ain't you?

Daria:
Yeah.

Jane:
That's why I'm proud to be your friend.