Noises, no matter how small, they exasperate the crap out of me!
I was like that as far back as I could remember ('Talk about one habit I haven’t broken out of, yet… ...wonder if it will keep me for loosing more weight?!). Once my ears catch that little sound, that’s it! I can’t hear anything else but that little bugger...
I remember in school switching a friend’s pen, from a clicker to a good old Bic. He would click it during the whole friggin’ class, so one day I simply packed my pencil case full of Bic and whenever he was sitting next to me, I would switch his pen!
There’s a client where I go on a somewhat regular base that knows that I have a “thing” about little noises. Whenever he sees me he will “intentionally” drum his fingers on a filling cabinet and/or tap his pen on a file and awaits my reaction. It’s never far behind! I’ve tried to ignore him, but he will keep on doing it until I give him a REALLY nasty look or until I get up and walk in his direction. He will then laugh and run off. I did hit him once, and since he’s a bit wary of me…and does “really” ran away.
The “older” boyfriend of a girlfriend has this habit, while standing, to play with the loose change in his pant pocket – that drives me up the wall! I’ve mentioned it to my girlfriend and her answer was: “Yeah I know, that’s really an annoying habit he has, isn’t it?”
Two weeks ago, during my meditation class a woman sitting behind me “played” with her keys the whole time. She’s a really sweet lady. A few times I looked at her, but to no avail. She just kept on flicking her keys over on her finger. After class, I told Lady Key that she played with her keys a lot and that the noise was disturbing. She apologized for not having realised that she was making noise. The following class, Lady Key has turned into Lady Bracelet. She has a magnetic type bracelet that she kept pulling apart and clicking it back. At one point I simply put my hand on her ankle. She got the point.
Yesterday, this guy who has the same type of bracelet started playing with his as well. I put my hand on his lap – he was so surprised that he stopped all together. I might of broke his concentration/“mantra” for a moment, but the noise had to stop!
Let’s not forget about the folks who enjoy a hard candy wrapped in those little crinkly wrappers. They must play with it – can’t just pop the candy in their mouth and enjoy the sweetness, noooo! They just have to play with the fuggin’ wrapper!
Should I go on?This really makes me look like an old bat, doesn’t it?
I don’t care!* I keep telling Hubby that by the time I hit the crispy old age of being allowed to be my "Maxine" self, I will be the nastiest, riled, crabbiest, inflexible, morose woman around… but at that age it will be socially accepted for me to be the Queen of Attitude!
... I really do like that Maxine... and unfortunately we don't have neighbors who play their music too loud. So no chance for me to dance around naked - maybe because they saw that I walk around naked and they don't want to see me dance?!
Oh well...
* Actually I might care a little since I’m working on changing myself for “the better”, but then again…
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