So, it sounds like a jet is passing overhead right now. There isn’t, but that’s what it sounds like to me.
What I’m actually hearing is my celing fan.
Through ear muffs rated for 29dB reduction.
Here’s something I never noticed before I started living with somebody else: I’m really weird about sound sometimes. Sometimes every sound physically hurts. The sound of a bag of shrimp opening up in the next room a few minutes ago sounded like plates crashing on the floor. I just cracked my knuckles and it sounded like I was shooting a .22LR pistol.
I know it’s the lack of order that does this. Things stopped going according to plan earlier tonight when a kitten disabled my laptop’s power cord. That’s what got this rolling, and now every noise that isn’t created by me is fucking with my brain. Right now silence is impossible for me. I have a constant ringing in my ears. It isn’t from any sort of damage — I’ve been that way all my life, long before any gun fire entered into the picture.
I’m just not wired right.
I have no idea how my girlfriend puts up with this.
I get the same thing occasionally, though in my case the acute noise sensitivity is usually an early warning sign of an impending migraine.