So, wow, I'm wearing my new glasses and both my brain and my stomach are learning to adjust to the crazy new perspective and depth-perception regime. Last night I said to Grumpy, "I can't believe how different everything looks." Then he looked at me and I looked at him and recoiled.
And it occurs to me that what I have been doing lo these many months...years...is assuming that people had the same fuzzy picture of me as I did of them. So when I looked at someone in a meeting with contempt or revulsion or pity written all over my visage, I think somehow I assumed they just wouldn't be able to make it out all that way across the other side of the table.
hazelblackberry is going to have to work on her poker face.
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