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!)
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…
(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!
A random digression…
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 !