If you missed the crazy, obscene, verbose intro post I just threw up – you may want to just consider yourself lucky and start 30 Days of Blogging Honesty journey right here.
Just kidding! Go read this crazy mess right meow.
30 Days of Blogging Honesty
Let’s dive right in, shall we?
Day 01: The one thing that it seems like everyone else on the planet is into but I just cannot stand is…
My right ear is super sensitive to sounds, a condition that’s plagued me for the past 15ish months (more reading on my ear dramz, here). Loud noises, jarring sounds – beeps, boops, thumps, screams, yells, horns, blasts – it almost hurts just thinking about them. My ear is just so tender, the noises amplified all the time.
I wear ear plugs often. I always have a set in my purse.
When I go to the pharmacy on base and there are loud kids or crying babies in that small area, the noise just bounces off the concrete, at every angle imaginable, and just comes at me in painful jabs; I get this image of thousands of knives bouncing every which way, all around, and yet magnetically attracted to my right ear, bee-lining into my dome. As it hurts I have to try so hard not to wince, make a face, or react lest I feel like a jerk.
I love kids and babies and I totally understand the great chance that little ones at the pharmacy are in discomfort and/or don’t feel well, maybe something is wrong with another family member and stress levels are high, or just that running errands isn’t fun and the kids are bored, restless, over it. The last thing a Mom needs is me giving her the stink eye.
So I just have to take it. It HURTS ME. It’s physically painful in a way that I never anticipated. And when I’m out in public I don’t explain my weird ailment and predicament to others… I just silently take it.
It’s like that with all kinds of accidental sounds – the clatter when someone drops something on a hard surface, a speaker at church who has microphone pops or reverb (the music at church can do it too), or sometimes the sound guys have the mics accidentally turned up too high and regular talking is too loud and thus assaults me in the eardrum… trucks going in reverse and making that beeping, the emergency broadcast system weekly, monthly, whateverly tests that just pop up in the middle of a TV show, calling a wrong number that’s actually a fax machine, plugging my iphone headphones in and the volume is all the way up by accident, those stupid memes that are tricks when the scary monster and crazy sound effects pop up, talking on the phone with a friend and something wacky and loud happens on their end that I never saw coming, like a baby who wakes up from a nap all of a sudden or their smoke alarm goes off and I get pierced in the ear, any kind of squeak or squawk that just happens from cawing birds to sneakers on the gym floor…
there are SO MANY accidental loud sounds that hurt me.
And then there are the not-on-accident noises that suck too. Like any kind of whistle, ringtones, car horns, car alarms, my neighbor’s car bass that he insists on using no matter what time of day or night it could be – including when he’s working on his vehicles in the car port (the carport that’s feet away from the a wall that for my living room, kitchen and bedroom), did I mention ringtones? Yelling, screaming, cheering, clapping, shooting (I live near the shooting range you know) … audio with wacky, high pitched sounds (I was once listening to a podcast that had some sound effects that were so shrill I couldn’t get through more than a couple minutes).
All of the neighbors whose back yards face our back yard seem to have 24/7 outside dogs and they bark, and bark, and bark. It’s like a loud domino effect that just goes on all the time. They bark louder than my TV is inside, they bark so loud I can’t hear Duggs when he’s inches away from me. It’s insane. I’ve never lived in a place with so many dogs, all so packed in close together, where the dogs and just left out on their own and thus they’re irritable, on edge, angry and barking.
I probably could have answered “outside-only dogs” for this too (while we’re on the topic). I can’t stand people who own animals and then just leave them out in a sun-drenched hot back yard all the time. And when it comes to my neighborhood, I really mean ALL the time. Day and night, 24/7, these pooches are just outside. At least we have fences… but I can’t help but think that without the fenced-in yards these dogs would be inside actually getting affection and attention. (I’m naive though and without the yards they’d probably be tied to a stick, let free to roam, in a crate in the back yard or at the glue factory. Oy). These poor deprived doggies just sit out on their own, all alone, no one talking to them, petting them, no one to play with. It’s so sad. I can’t stand it.
Anyways. Loud noises – I’ll stick with it.
These examples, while hardly exhaustive, at least offer some insight into what it’s like to have this crazy ear dilemma and just try to live day to day. It seems impossible to avoid sometimes!
Irony at its finest: I’m by no means a naturally quiet person. I have a booming voice, I’m clumsy, I used to be kinda hard of hearing and would always have things turned way up…
Now I love quiet. I love peaceful, calm, serene quiet spaces without shrill, shrieking, annoying noises. I keep my phone on silent all the time, I haven’t been to many concerts at all this past year… I just gravitate towards a different sound comfort level lately since having this problem with my ear. (I mean, don’t get me wrong – I have deaf friends, and I can only imagine trying to cope with that, I’m so grateful that I can hear at all, and I would never want to be deaf or unable to enjoy all of the sounds I so love, like my husband’s voice, JJ’s cute noises, talking on the phone, music, TV, and so on).
What’s so hard to explain to people is that it’s really painful and my defenses against it are so limited. Even if I’m wearing nice earplugs, if someone whistles near me – I don’t stand a chance. I can wear the crazy big ear protection, but it gets kinda absurd to try and just act casual.
So yeah, I can’t stand loud, shrill, piercing, booming, noises and sounds. But the longer this ailment of mine plagues me, the more I’m convinced that the world is obsessed with upping the decibles!
There ya have it – day one is done!
Whew. Felt good to rant, honestly. I feel like I consciously try to avoid using my blog for complaining… but man oh man, sometimes you gotta scratch that itch, huh? Once in a blue moon, it’s nice.
Come back soon for Day 02 of this 30 day business, will ya?
Click right here to check out Tom (the guy who’s created and is hosting these 30 + 1 prompts)’s Day 01 post, and to see a list of others participating. His blog is hopping, provides more instructions, and is fun to read!
Feel like jumping in and playing along too? Do it! The Rules and 30 prompts are here. If you want to play along, link on up – will ya? Keep in mind that everyone will have different end dates as not everyone will blog everyday; it is totally not too late to start. So c’mon and go for it.
As always, thanks for reading!! xoxo, hhr
Don’t think my post was wordy enough? No worries… here’s some addendum I was going to axe, but I already went to the trouble of including links and stuff, so why the heck not:
How I Locked In On Choosing An Answer:
Actually, I went through a whole lot of answers to get to this one. Oodles of ideas for a rantalicious, complaint-ridden post came together. The concept started out pretty flat and plain, without much of an idea, but then slowly it took shape. At first I was thinking on a lame scale – I could whine about how wasteful and over-priced Swiffer products are. I don’t really care for chocolate, and people never really get that.
But this is asking me what is it that I can’t stand that everyone else on the planent is into.
Lots of people dislike Wal-mart. I know I’m not alone in my political ideology, my thoughts on our cultural obsession with instant gratification; lots of us can’t stand someone with an inability to have a sense of humor or even just people who take themselves too seriously.
The other day on Adam Carolla‘s podcast the gang, in honor of April Fool’s, was going over a list of all these stories from The Onion that people believed to be true. Some of them were so outrageous and so clearly satirical – and yet all kinds of people were so quick to believe these fake news items, and just as quick to make a huge stink about them. Like the Congressman who believed The Onion article about a new “abortionplex” being built, oh my. I can’t stand that kind of rush to judgement and freaking out… I’m not the only one in the world who can’t stand that, though.
And don’t even get me started about writing and blogging…
I can’t stand bloggers without a real knack for writing. Bad sentence structure, no working comprehension of idiomatic expressions, redundant repetition (heh), poor grammar, writing at the level of a grade schooler – and so on! It drives me batty. I’m not being super critical about a mistake here or there, I mean habitually skill-less writers. But I don’t have to read such blogs and I’m not the Internet’s only snob.
I can’t stand using the letter U instead of the word “you,” samesies on “C” for “see.” I don’t like wacky hard-to-read textspeak at all, actually. But me, along with every other English Major and the world’s old folks probably can’t stand the text shorthand of the digital age.
So I’m back to square one. LOUD NOISES. I’ll stick with it!