Maybe I’m just aware more now of my sensitivity, but boy, sounds seem to bug me a lot lately. I’ve really been noticing music in public places and it always grates on me. But the people sounds are worst.
Today I had a few errands to run at the Dollar Store and Wal-Mart. (I know. Wal-Mart on a Sunday. Bad idea). Everywhere I went, there were moms and their kids.
Now, I don’t have children. And today just reinforced why. I honestly don’t think I could put up with the constant noise of them. The constant high-pitched whining was awful. “Moooommmmyyyy.” It never ended. And those were the good kids. There was also the classic, “I’m BORED, can we go now?” and the screaming and tantrums.
I couldn’t wait to get in my car. The radio was on, and I couldn’t find a station that didn’t bother me. So I switched it off, enclosed in the quiet, happy bubble of my car.
Aaaahhhh. It felt like a little piece of paradise. The sun was shining, all I could hear was the faint sound of my engine, and I had left behind all the noisy people to go home to my peaceful house and peaceful bunnies.
Quiet: it’s good for your mental health.