There is a novel, "Eyes of the Overworld" by Jack Vance -- a legitimately great Sc-Fi writer. Sometimes I think Patso has a pair of the eyes, only they're cursed. He sees his nice house in a desirable neighborhood, but everybody else sees reality, a hovel on the perimeter of a ghetto in a bleak and decaying midwestern city. Cream City indeed. He sees himself as fit and trim. He's fat, grossly fat, a bloated lump. He sees his slattern as a second better wife. She's a xanax zombie, a VD ridden harridan -- you're a fool if you think genital herpes is the only STD she has had-- and overall just gross, almost as gross as Patso.