Although my hearing is VERY bad, my response to sound is quite sensitive. This includes not only mean words of criticism, which is supposed to `tell the truth` but ultimately hurts nonetheless to hear from loved ones, but irritating noises the rides up my shattered nerves.
Scratching the chalkboard with sharp finger nails don’t bother me much. As a matter of fact, I’d scratch it to annoy people! It works but with much disturbances. However, when someone scratches a vinyl record, I hate the very thought.
I could FEEL the scratching transfer through my teeth and through the tips of my fingers. I cannot explain why that feeling won’t go away as I type about this bane. But it is a small peeve. It’s nothing compared to loud sounds outdoors.
These are hogs. I mean they are mostly fat, ugly guys wearing leather cloths, ZZ Top beards and other dark accessories and all because they feel so cool about this appearance. Some wear T-shirts but those bodies are healthy to look at.
Anyway, they ride up and down my road. I believe there are previous blog entries about these observations. But noone should care because I too will pass on like other hot air gases breathing carbon dioxide and other pollutants into the air, sometimes with sulfuric consequences.
Also, rice rockets come and go. But these are mere children. I smile knowing they love to be around moi or my neighborhood as if making their alleged territories with oil-dependent cars matters to the real owner of this planet, God.
So there you go, folks. Make all the noise you want – fart, burp, scream or yell. It’s music to my damaged ears.
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