Empath (and Nutrition) Humor – Misophonia…Part I

Frustrating it may be at times, I suffer from Misophonia – that’s just the reality.  I also have more generalized sensitivity to noise and to light – fun stuff in a crazy, overly stimulating world!  I try not to let on too much, but anyone close to me knows how extreme it can be (and it isn’t something I can control.)

I love my heavy metal, and I love light streaming into a room…but sometimes noise and light can be too much, and I either need a much darker “sanctuary” or I need ear plugs.  Or both!  I certainly have endeavored to desensitize over time but it’s just something I’ve had to resign myself to…

But that goddamn microwave beep. . . Microwave tones at ALL…they drive me nuts! And I’m always steaming vegetables, making eggs, or reheating my chicken so it isn’t like I have choice!  Still…there’s always preemptively stopping the countdown so I don’t have to listen to a MULTITUDE of beeps in succession (yes, nails-on-a-chalkboard for this chick!)

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Fitness Humor – Please Go Away…

I think most people can relate to this regardless of the surroundings, though it did give me a good laugh thinking about recent workout interruptions…

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(c) Sarah Andersen

You’ve been there, right?  You’re clearly “in the zone,” totally plugged into your tunes, but someone still interrupts?  Or, even better, they start waving to get your attention?

I always try to figure out what about me looking in the opposite direction, simultaneously lifting, and possibly even singing along to my Rob Zombie didn’t give the (solid, I thought!) indication I wasn’t in chat mode. 

Maybe I should try a sign??

Awareness goes a looooong way!

Humor – Group Texts

A random digression…

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I can’t STAND group texts…especially when the other names don’t come up.  You know what that means?  It means that I have NO IDEA who the other recipients are.

I don’t give my number out on purpose – people ask, and I respond by asking for theirs.  (So I can never call.)  So I’d rather NOT have YOU give it out on my (non-consenting) behalf.

And what about the annoying barrage of “who’s this?” or “who else is on here?”s?  

The kicker, though…?  The bajillion, text replies that follow, sending my phone into a flurry of continuous, randomized convulsions.  I feel like a hostage crisis might be less irksome – I could just tell you to your face to leave me alone (or not respond all together and be singled out as the crazy, silent one in the bunch.)

May I just say… A R G !