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Holy Shit! Trees Have Leaves!
About a decade and a half ago, they told me that I was slightly farsighted, and over time my eyeballs would probably slowly shift into nearsightedness so I'd match everyone else in the family, passing through a pleasant patch of awesomely perfect vision. Awesomely perfect vision is what I had every time they did the little free screening tests in school -- "Okay, Theresa, read the third line from the bottom." "I can read the bottom line! Want me to read the bottom line?"

Last year, I went to the optometrist for the first time in about a decade, after serious nagging from andres_s_p_b. Not so much with the awesomely perfect anymore. I grumbled about it for a while, but decided not to do anything at that time. Between now and then, my eyes haven't gotten any worse, but volunteering at the school demonstrated that, sitting in the back of a classroom, I couldn't see the board, and that's kind of one of those signs. So after this year's appointment, I went ahead and got glasses. Andres picked them up for me yesterday, although I'll need to go have them adjusted on Friday because they're a bit tight.

There are two pairs; one pair of prescription sunglasses that look pretty much like my existing sunglasses and one pair of not-sunglasses that are tiny and rectangular. Yesterday evening, trying them on in the living room, I was all "Whoa! I can read the titles!" (and Andres gave me a look) "I mean the little ones!" Wandered into the hallway, looked back at the living room: "Rats! You have fur!" Wandered back in, glanced at the bookshelf again: "Hey, there's black on those letters!" ("Yes, there's a drop shadow." "Well I hadn't seen it before!") And there was a lot of flipping glasses up and down for comparison.

I wore the prescription sunglasses biking to the train station today. I can read the street names! From a distance! I can read the informational signage posted on the other side of the tracks! This is very cool! Things that are within arm's reach look the same, and clouds look the same, but everything in between is way different. I switched to the non-prescription sunglasses when I pulled my book out, because there seems to be less strain reading close things without the lenses, and switched back again when I got off the train. There are buildings -- with straight edges! and windows! -- waaaaaaaay far off down the street! And houses on the hills! I knew that, but it's different actually seeing houses and not just white and colored shapes.

The computer screen appears to fall within the arm's-length do-not-use radius, so I probably won't wind up wearing the not-sunglasses very often at all. They are intended for night driving, which is the thing the optometrist thinks I should really use glasses for (it's still legal without; my vision is not that bad), but I don't do much driving. Should be useful for museum-going -- that has fairly long sightlines. Not sure what else has long enough sightlines for the glasses to be useful but doesn't have nasty daystar[1] in it. Watching movies, maybe.

Right! Who wants to go to a museum?

[1] The optometrist kept throwing around words like "photophobic". I am not afraid of the nasty daystar, I just do not like it[2].

[2] This is in fact a lie; I am very fond of the sun, appreciate the good work it does growing plants and so forth, and get deeply cranky if I am deprived of sunlight for too long. But I can't see in California-standard sunlight; there's too much of it. Thus the sunglasses, pretty much whenever I am outside, and sometimes when I'm inside, if I'm right next to a window at the wrong angle (e.g. on the train about a third of the time).

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Trees Have Leaves!

That's exactly what I said in second grade, when I first got glasses.

I'm sure you're adorable in them.

artan_eter is really light-sensitive, possibly even more so than I am (but he has blue eyes); he wears his sunglasses when driving at night.

Because otherwise he gets STABBED IN THE BRAIN by headlights....

I need prescription shades.

Hm, I only have real trouble with headlights (a) on roads that curve at particular angles when the headlight-bearer is facing me or (b) when the headlight-bearer is close enough behind me that the headlights are shining off my side mirror. Usually they are pointed enough away from my face that they are okay.

My sibling is about as light-sensitive as I am. It is another of the various weird things we share that we don't share with either parent. Confuses the parents; they'd suspect we were replacements but then why do we match?

Woohoo! Vision! (You can now also make "I am having a vision" jokes, you know.) I felt the same way with my first set of glasses. Trees had leaves, yes, and now I COULD SEE THEM. Individual ones! It's a whole new world.
I wonder if this is what we'll feel like when we unlock that unused chunk of the brain.
I think I really need coffee.

Remember: the Greek roots "-phobic" and "-philic" mean not only "fearful of " and "loving of", but also "avoidant of" and "attracted to".

A "hydrophilic" substance doesn't LOVE water -- it just attracts it.

A photophobic entity like you, or me, avoids light, not necessarily FEARS it.

I remember my first pair of glasses. Among other things, it explained to my parents why I'd been so damn unimpressed with the lunar eclipse they'd taken me outside to see several months before. If I couldn't see the moon, what difference did the eclipse make?

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