I had a coworker with the most sensitive hearing. Their attention span was short due to the tiniest interception of a needle dropping to the floor. At first, it was funny, then gradually became annoying. They described the most detailed, descriptive vocabulary about each sound they heard. Most of what I remember is the question they always interrupted me to ask, “Do you hear that?” Lol. Most of the time I would laugh even though they were dead serious. They didn’t pay my laughter any mind, they just focused on where the hell that noise was coming from and wanted me to assist in the investigation. Later, Karma hit me hard as a brick as I tasked in school with writing a journal in Music class about “Noises” included in background music, my surroundings, and daily encounter and how it relates to me and how it makes me feel. It’s weird because I realized how many different sounds I focused on, and none by choice. I finished my journal of fifteen entries and thought to myself, “Wow, I see how it feels to really listen to the world around me and how to critique those sounds in detail.” There is no silence among us. There’s always a needle dropping somewhere. So don’t judge a person until you gain insight on what they’re experiencing in their thought process. Now when I go into stores with my son that have the Lego bins where adults and children are in chaos, sifting, and racking through them to find that perfect piece, I understand the importance of that “noise” which to me is a methodical sound of joy and fulfillment to reach a goal. Every sound has meaning in life, even if you don’t agree with it.
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