A checkered career?

I held my glasses up to the light to see how badly they needed cleaning (or was it my blurred vision?)

And I made an interesting discovery. They magnified and warped the grid lines of the screen door.

In metaphorical terms, this raises questions.

First, though I know what it means to look at the world through rose coloured spectacles, I now wonder what it means to look at the world through tiny squares. A tendency to compartmentalize?

Also, if I looked backwards through these glasses, would I perhaps be regarding my checkered past?