When he put the blindfold on, he expected to be challenged a bit in finding his way around the flat, probably bump into furniture, lose things, that sort of thing. Not watching TV actually gave him the shakes, but it was only an experiment, and 48 hours wasn’t that long. At least 16 of that would be sleeping, so really, it was only for 32 hours. How hard could it be?
Cooking. That’s how hard it could be. He could feel the difference between lettuce and spinach, but had no way to know what meat he was getting out of the freezer until it was cooking and the aroma would tell him if this was ground beef, ground turkey, or that more expensive ground buffalo. Evening meals became a surprise, especially with all of the spices. He relied on his nose in the kitchen, but even then, his first cooked meal was so unexpected, it took him a few bites to realize just how much he enjoyed the odd mixture of flavors.
After the two days were over, he left on the blindfold. Just for another two days, he thought, but in the end, having lived differently, no longer so attached to the stuff and clutter of his life, he found that giving things up meant more than the things themselves. Yes, he received a lot of criticism, and even lost a few friends over the decision, but again, the giving up was more important than the relationship, and the procedure to have his eyes surgically removed went so well that he was able to donate the eyes to someone who wanted them. Poor souls.