Last night our hostess made the claim that in every couple, one person lives in denial and the other in reality. She made the claim specifically in reference to awareness of lice and bedbugs, but I believe it’s true in general. In my relationship, I am the one who lives in the real world, Other the one who lives in a fantasy of well-being. For him, the choice of subway seat is governed by proximity, not the hygiene of who sat there last. A ringing phone is just a ringing phone, at worst the announcement a robo-call, not a harbinger of catastrophic news. A clanking radiator is just a noise, not a signal of boiler breakdown.
He sleeps well. Guess how I sleep.