Correction, I have glasses. I never realised I needed glasses until this Monday, and now I have spent a week occasionally wearing my glasses. Here is a picture Hélène took of me whilst I was wearing my glasses:
Looking back, it kind of makes sense – not being able to see the whiteboard unless I were at the front of the lecture hall, wondering why signs were so small, and if I were missing something when standing at a high point. Of course, I was born like this, so my eyesight was normal, and it was never bad enough to stop me from doing anything I tried. I had tried on other people’s glasses, but it never made things clearer so I just assumed that it wasn’t for me. So I went through my whole life being shortsighted, and with nothing to help me see better.
However, I’m not bitter about it. I adjusted to my short sightedness, and now that I can see better, it feels like a bonus. I have better hand-eye coordination, have no difficulty reading things from a distance, and most importantly I can really see.
I remember walking out of the opticians, seeing bricks not buildings, and it was a bit overwhelming. Trees became leaves, and the amount of detail felt life-altering. I’m sure this is something a lot of people go through, I just wanted to get my own thoughts down before I lose this high.