[Urban Cragou]

Originally Posted by Oliver_W

I can't stand actual silence, if I don't have some background viewing or music on, I play white noise. Either stormy oceans, or meditation music.

At the same time, more than a little chatter and I can't really hear. It's like, too many people talking in a room and a normal conversation becomes hard to follow. Not the best thing in my line of work, but there's a reason I prefer SEN and SEMH


Ack-shell-EE it's called Dance of the Knights

You should’ve lived with the people I was living with last year. Bar one perpetually gossipy dickhead who was just an obnoxious nonentity I didn’t mind them as people and they seemed to want to get closer to me but the extreme amount of noise was the straw that broke the camel’s back (one guy who moved in later that year was pleasantly quiet, ’though). I wouldn’t have minded it if it was just a case of me being the unpaid ghost-cleaner of the flat (I’m used to it) but there’d be screaming and wild seshes of all sorts at 3 a.m. (not to mention spitting in the sink) yet one of them had the audacity to tell me to close the doors a little bit quieter because the sound of doors opening and closing with any more than the slightest bit of natural quiet noise (and even then it was usually a case of me having to balance my vacuum cleaner with plates or a cup of tea at the door because they were so messy I basically had to give the kitchen something of a clean every time I went in) “gave him panic attacks.” It’s always the unbearably noisy ones who seem to have the worst double-standards. Eventually I left with my kettle and trays (which I didn’t mind letting them use) and pissed in the kettle as a form of cheeky allegiance to myself to never live with such uncivilised people ever again. Apparently they’d always been full of praise for me for being such a clean and respectful flatmate but in the end there was only so much noisy hypocrisy I could take and it spoilt my enjoyment of living in that place.