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blinks
becomes aware, peripherally, of the nosepads their optical cortex has been real-time cloaking for decades
CAN'T NOT SEE THEM NOW
VISION IS RUINED
(I mean, thankfully, a) I know this is temporary and b) it's right where my bifocal level is so I'm already ignoring massive distortion there unless I'm selectively focussing through it, but AAAAAAA)
patpats
I'm sorry. The only comfort I can provide is the vague insinuation of a "THESE AREN'T MY GLASSES!" joke.
... aw hell now my rack is ENORMOUS, my vision is RUINED... XD
(It seriously is a fascinating thing the first time you catch your own boobs in your peripheral vision and have to start rewriting your shadow profile so to not keep startling yourself)
I'm surprised how quickly I got used to that. Still always a bit of an internal squee when I absentmindedly press them against something and are reminded that they're there though >->
For me, it's the way they brush against the insides of my lower arms when I gesture. That little "oh, that feels right" sensation. I never knew that was missing in my life until one day it wasn't, and then things became Complicated.