I don't know why I'm noise sensitive but I am and always have been. Loud things send me flying. Especially loud, unexpected noises.
When I was little my twin sister and I were scaredy cats. We were afraid of just about everything that creaked and squeaked....especially during the night. One time, these cats (siamese) decided to duke it out over some babe kitty and they sounded like dead people coming back alive. What did we do? We dove under the covers first. But that didn't work. We could still hear the sounds. So, we ran into the bathroom and locked the door. We stayed in the bathroom until it got light out enough to see the hallway to make it back to our bedroom.
Anyway, to this day, I hate the sound of balloons popping.
I also don't like the sound of the Pilsbury biscuits popping in the can so I sweet talk Boo into opening it for me.
I also dislike my doggie Sam licking his feet. He is obnoxious with it and can lick for hours. It's like a dripping faucet.
I get grouchy when my co-worker is crunching on fritoes or pretzels. For God sake, crunch with your mouth closed!!
As much as I love my Boo, the sound of him sniffing instead of blowing his nose is irritating.
There's also another co-worker who clears his throat every 5 minutes....annoying.
But probably the most annoying sound in the world is a kid in the store having a temper tantrum over a piece of candy that and the parents say those famous words..."One, twoooooo....threeeeee....." For the love of Pete, stop counting and whoop some butt!!!! I have yet to see a kid having a tantrum straighten up after the mom gets to the number 3.
So there you have it...I'm a noise grouch....tomorrow..I'll have to tell you all about the stuff I can't stand to smell...you'd be surprised!
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