I'll have to ask my significant other if I act like 'the poet' in this piece from Poetry magazine. It's a fun read and pretty over the top. In it, a fiction writer muses on what it's like to live with a poet. Are we really this odd?
From Poetry magazine:
The reason poets are able to read so much is because they spend more time "waiting" than writing. Waiting! What a bizarre concept. Reading, taking walks, debating whether an autumnal oak leaf is really red ochre or more a perinone orange, all the time twisting the miserable wire coat hanger of their souls this way and that in the hope of becoming receptive.