No, not the movie, the sounds they make.Night noises.
The Sound of Home.
Growing up I had to listen to plenty of noise.
We lived within a mile of a hospital.
Directly under an O'Hare flight path.
One block off a busy street.
When we moved to the suburbs, I couldn't sleep at first...
Then I heard a firetruck. Sweet, the station is right down the street.
And there's a busy street behind the house.
A little difficult, but I got used to it pretty quickly.
Then I moved to Iowa.
. . .
I had to start drinking copious amounts of alcohol to make sleep come easily.
Then I started dating a small town iowa boy.
We went to his parents' house.
. . . cricket . . . cricket . . . . . . SILENCE . . . horribleawfulomgsavemesilence
Everything was still.
It was fucking creepy.
I could not sleep.
I would have preferred a freight train coming to a screeching halt at 3am 200 yards away.
It was too quiet, the silence was uncomfortable.
I don't want CLARITY.
I need CHAOS outside my window!
Maybe I'll invest in a 'Soothing Sounds of Rush Hour Traffic' CD.
City girl to the end I guess.
2 comments:
I've heard of many fetishes over the years, but one for automobiles sexually at least...now...wow...you hit big :P
Seriously, I can sleep with music I like, but other noise drives me batty when I sleep. I'm weird!
Would it surprise you if I said we never camped?
(mexicans don't camp!)
I live next to a highway now and I have to leave my window open...I woke up late last night and thought...'aahhhh highway noise'
maybe I AM strange, but I know I'm not alone on this one!
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