I’m an 8-foot giant
Ok, I prescribed a new pair of spectacles and lo and behold, it took a day for it to get ready! They told me my lenses had to be custom made because the powers are not of the normal stock. Anyway, the length of the delivery is not what I’m about to write today. Today it’s about being….
Tall.
Now everyone experienced a sense of distortion when wearing a new pair of specs, this orientation is normal due to the brain’s interpretation is a bit screwed up and need time to adjust the sight to what will be percieved as”normal”. What I’m going through right now….
Is NOT normal. I doubt I can drive wearing this pair for a couple of days at least. I feel like 8 feet because the ground seem so distant from me. In fact, the first few steps I took right out of the store wearing this thing made my brain scream “I’m about to fall a horrible death! Don’t take another step!” At that point of time, I know I was screwed. My distance judgment was as messed up as Bill Clinton’s and Hugh Grant’s affair. It was horrifying.
I’m not surprised if I develope a fear of heights after this little incident, where I almost tripped on the sidewalk without stumbling over anything other than my screaming brain. In fact, this perfectly square computer is taking on a trapezoidal shape that changes angles depending on how I look at it. Ahhhh mou… hetaksou dana…. saitei…
But the thing is I HAVE to wear this so I can get used to it. I have to get used to this screwy perspective until it rights itself. My brain isn’t giving me the co-operation I desperately need right now.
This feels about the same when I first met and broke up with my ex. Disorienting, dizzy, yet it’ll right itself given time.
Gah. I just spoiled my own mood for today (which is pretty dumb but hey, you only live once to screw yourself over and over again), so here’s another random strip from Basic Instructions:
