I lie in bed at night and read. I block out the news and the noisy world when I read. I also munch on something spicy or salty or sour when I read. I read fiction, mostly.
He plays games on his phone. He watches news and interviews, and gets into long discussions on Facebook chains. If he gets hungry late at night, he eats a sandwich, sometimes with jam.
He used to read, now doesn't. And that's one of my life's biggest aims -- to get him to start reading again! And, don't even get me started on mindless games on the phone! (Yes, fine, they aren't mindless, they need strategy and smarts, yada yada yada...)
Our reactions to situations differ. I'm great in a crisis, he stresses out. I can be outwardly calm even under stress, he looks as frazzled as his mind feels.
I'm judgemental, logical, impatient. He's great with people, both, at reading them and making them comfortable. He doesn't judge, and he has much, much more patience.
He spends too much time worrying. I don't worry enough. But I'm better at planning. And I make fun plans!
I'm confident about whatever I decide. (My mother might say over-confident.) He worries if he's made the right decision.
So different, yet as he lies on his side of the bed, playing a (mindless!) game, my side of the bed feels like home.
He plays games on his phone. He watches news and interviews, and gets into long discussions on Facebook chains. If he gets hungry late at night, he eats a sandwich, sometimes with jam.
He used to read, now doesn't. And that's one of my life's biggest aims -- to get him to start reading again! And, don't even get me started on mindless games on the phone! (Yes, fine, they aren't mindless, they need strategy and smarts, yada yada yada...)
Our reactions to situations differ. I'm great in a crisis, he stresses out. I can be outwardly calm even under stress, he looks as frazzled as his mind feels.
I'm judgemental, logical, impatient. He's great with people, both, at reading them and making them comfortable. He doesn't judge, and he has much, much more patience.
He spends too much time worrying. I don't worry enough. But I'm better at planning. And I make fun plans!
I'm confident about whatever I decide. (My mother might say over-confident.) He worries if he's made the right decision.
So different, yet as he lies on his side of the bed, playing a (mindless!) game, my side of the bed feels like home.
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