Sunday, July 13, 2014
My in-laws are gone. My daughter, her fiance, and her friend are gone. My husband has gone to bed. It's 10:15 PM and except for the sound of the dryer my house is quiet. Finally.
Don't get me wrong. I enjoyed seeing everyone. The bridal shower was fun. Some friends came over and hung out on the back deck last night. It was a people filled, social, weekend. But I'm glad it's over.
It seems the older I get the more I crave quiet. I enjoy socializing. I like people and I like to be around them. Entertaining is fun, when it's my choice. Going out and doing things is fun. But I need the quiet time to balance it all out.
I think it actually has more to do with sound than people. I have the sound on my computer and phone (except for a call or text) turned off. I play a few games on my phone or online, but I turn the sound off on those because I can't stand the dings and dongs and repetitive carnival songs that play over and over.
It's not all sound all the time though. I listen to audio books in the car, and I enjoy watching a couple of hours of TV with my husband each night. I listen to music sometimes and I've recently started listening to podcasts while I spin. So it's not sound in general that bothers me, it's more the quantity of sound.
I sometimes reach a point in the day, usually in the evening, where I truly feel like I might scream if I have to hear another sound. I've even tried Googling to see if there's some medical name for it. Yes, seriously. But there doesn't seem to be a name for it that I can find. It's as if I have a physical capacity for only so much sound every day and then I can't take anymore.
I've always like a little quiet time to myself, so maybe I'm getting old. Who knows, maybe I'm just getting weirder.