I gave my daughter a box of those Valentine’s candy hearts to eat and every time she crunches down on one it is like a spear going through my head.
Next time, remember to go for the softer ones.
I hate noise.
Like Jeckyll and Hyde hate it.
I hate crunching, chewing, snapping, typing, clicking, clacking, humming, popping, sucking, clipping, clicking, tapping.
I have an intense fear of being stuck in an elevator with a bunch of people snapping gum.
Or eating popcorn.
Or typing on keyboards.
Or clipping nails.
Oh, the torture!
I was thrilled when I saw an article in Time Magazine recently that indicated I was not alone.
But it also indicated that perhaps the best way to conquer the phobia is to face it head on – by being exposed to those noises you hate the most until you mentally figure out that it’s just noise, accept it, and move on.
I do feel part of my problem is mental, because, with the exception of those candy hearts and an occasional piece of gum, my children’s noise-making tendencies don’t bother me in the least.
In fact, I even think I might say with them I can tune out the annoyances.
If only this worked with everyone else.
Fortunately I do just fine when there is plenty of other background noise to distract me (like at a restaurant or noisy family gathering).
But when it is quiet and all my brain has to focus on is the sound (s) that is when I feel myself getting ready to lose it. Transform.
Call it my inner Mr. Hyde I guess.
So the thought of facing my phobia head on in the hopes of getting past it??
I rather like my approach of avoidance better. And if that fails I fall back to my secondary plan of glaring.
Earplugs are the best invention ever.
PS: No, none of these noises bother me when I am the one making them!!