the unfailing anomaly...

I'm sitting here at the computer listening to Taylor Swift's lovely sexy voice singing of an uncooperative lover; "...I've never been anywhere cold as you...". The song moves me somehow not because I can truly empathize, I've never been there. No what hangs me up is one little line:
"You have a way of coming easily to me... So I start a fight 'cause I need to feel somethin'..." Before you start guessing where I'm going, pause for a sec, I'm not going there. I'm not going to talk about love or pain or any emotion really.
I am going to talk about reactions, perspective. As Abraham Lincoln put it "You can fool some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time, but you can not fool all of the people all of the time." Someone somewhere knows the truth in every aspect of a situation because the truth for that moment was their life, literally.
They lived something and no one else may ever know the truth of that moment, not that they won't try to communicate it but people are who they are, see what they see, and do what they want, such is life. But I think, and I may be wrong as I often am, that the truth is not subject to perspective or reactions. Everyone would concede that "nobody's perfect". So, if no one is perfect than there's got to be a perfect somewhere, grey areas cannot exist where there are no extremes.
Back to the song... All the intuition I possess tells me that she felt "nothing" and most likely everyone (starting with the guy) was surprised. It's a fact, she did feel nothing. No one saw it, doesn't mean the numbness wasn't real, the resulting pain sheer imagination.
The song then becomes perception, she calls him cold, he may have been a poor communicator, a tightly guarded heart. Cold is what she saw, not necessarily what was there, after all she was the one who claimed the chill.
I said I wasn't going to talk about emotions but they tie in here. We usually choose the tangible portions of an experience out of laziness/convenience, but you can't touch truth (even hard evidence is not the truth itself). Feelings, but more especially memories of feelings, can be tweak, twisted, and at times unrecognizably altered. Who wants to remember a boring trip o a history museum when they could remember and exaggerate that unbelievable sensation when that hot senior brushed against their arm in the lobby of the blasted place. See?
Perception and reality are all too similar, they'll look identical but one is always a clever fake, fabrication, a figment.