I must say that I never really saw that coming.
Though perhaps I should have.
And now I get to live with the consequence of my blindness.
If I can.
It's so weird to feel myself functioning via reflex.
A car passes my house, and a stray photon from its headlights strikes my phone and bounces into my eye. My brain interprets this peripheral vision as my phone lighting up. Reflex takes over. I jerk my head.
False alarm. It's nothing. I sigh with relief.
This, of course, shall pass eventually. The friction of daily life will inexorably wear down the inertia of emotion with which I've lived for so very long. This will stop. I will stop.
I don't know who I am.
I guess I'm about to find out.
I hope I'm not a dick.