Cross-posted from my new journal.

It's slightly out of focus and it wavers, like I'm under water. Things aren't exactly where they're supposed to be. They're a couple of inches away. It hurts slightly to look at the world.

No, I'm not drunk. I have new glasses. The effect is much the same.

With my old glasses, I could see everything perfectly clearly. It was sharp, easy and perfect. Not so with the new ones.

Of course, the old glasses were monsterously, appallingly, irredemably, unforgivably ugly. Seriously. They couldn't suit anyone. God knows why they were ever designed. My last pair had broken so I'd reverted to my first pair. Everyone's first pair of glasses are awful, particularly if they buy them by themselves as I did. It's just the law.

My new pair are much cooler. They even suit me. But, by God, looking through them is no fun.