Sunday, May 04, 2008
In The Kingdom Of The Myopic, The Four-Eyed Man Is King
Middle age has finally caught up with me; I got my first pair of glasses a week ago. Though I'm only mildly short sighted, they make enough of a difference that I wear them all the time; I'm lucky in that the frames are very comfortable (no sore nose or ears) and though I experienced some weird perceptual distortions at first, they never made me feel dizzy or nauseous.
Left: Warm, friendly expression: FAIL
I think my brain must have got used to using de-focus to help it judge distance, because when I first put the glasses on, everything seemed too close and my depth perception was completely screwed for a couple of hours. Another side of this effect was that the floor seemed too close, leaving me with the distinct feeling I was wading knee-deep in the pavement and causing me to take big comedy steps over kerbs and doorways.
The distortion's worn off now, but to be honest, I miss it; it added a dimension of adventure to the weekly shop.