I always thought that if I waited long enough I’d find some reason to be grateful for my congenitally crossed eyes!
My field of vision doesn’t encompass floors- I’m darn lucky to be able to see my music and my hands. AND THAT’S ALL!
I can be parked on a wavy, liney, red white and blue checkerboard/stripe/polka dot field of flowers, and as far as I can tell, it’s perfectly plain.
Lucky Me!