Painfully, I can hear everything.
From chewing, walking, talking people, laughing…lingering in the background—to the sound of pure plastic creasing…crinkling as the dog is drinking water.
Except now, all I hear is crunching chips touching lips, teeth smacking, wet mouths, and candy wrappers.
I mean I can hear everything. And meanwhile, I’m burning inside as I type.
THE RAGE. I mean, it’s a thing. And yet, just a month ago my brother laughed. So I said to him…
“Sounds carry textures you know.” And then hung up, convinced nobody else would understand.
Right, earplugs.
Earplugs of course, clogging the subtle sounds of certain sounds that I want to hear, like bitter rain and campfires.
Though I suppose the real problem here is just as plain as anyone else’s: I loathe the sound of noise. And honestly, I should say I resent it.
But anyways, as I sit here and type this, I can only think of 2 people in my entire life that can get away with anything. My nephews, 2 & 3 years old.
Although Kaleb who works at the barista down the street, said hearing other people live has made him quite the recluse.
“The world is much quieter at night,” he said.
And truthfully, I never related so much.
Until next time.
“If I were buying my own coffin, I would get one with thicker walls so you couldn’t hear the other people.” — Dwight Shrute (The Office)
