It's Wednesday, in case you woke up thinking it was any other day like I often do. Today's post is very random and is actually something I've debated about writing on for a while. It's not because I'm embarrassed by this or ashamed it's just an awkward fact that not many people know. I suppose I didn't want to write about this because I don't want people who know me to think I'm critiquing them every time they eat around me. I don't do that, I swear. You're probably wondering what the heck I'm talking about at this point soooooo.....
Do you know what Misophonia is? Well those with Misophonia, "Typically have strong negative emotional reactions, ranging from annoyance to extreme rage, to a variety of sounds--frequently associated with mouth and nasal sounds such as chewing, slurping or breathing." -Misophonia Online
THIS IS ME!
You can ask Aaron or my sister, I have the hardest time listening to the sounds associated with people eating. The louder the eating the worse I handle it. If I'm in a group of people or in a restaurant I don't even notice the noises. Things like this normally affect me most in quiet settings, like a library. Love Library at SDSU was by far the worst. I'd climb into the depths of that place to find a quiet, eating free zone to study. I'd say I'm on the milder side of this leaning towards annoyance, but I have been known to allow such noises to annoy me to tears that I cover by uncontrollable laughter. I even have special headphones I wear when I'm trying to focus and people are eating loudly around me.
Just the other morning Aaron was eating Cheerios near me while we were watching the news and I was getting ready for work. I got up and walked into the bathroom to finish getting ready. Shortly after that Aaron came into the bathroom and said, "you couldn't handle listening to me eat my cereal could you?" What was funny was the fact that for once, it was just a coincidence that I walked away when he was eating, it had nothing to do with the noise.
So there you have it, a totally weird fact about me. And now that it's out in the open I feel totally exposed, basically naked.
In more funny news, I needed Aaron's signature on a document and when I brought it home for him to sign the following conversation took place:
A: "You didn't forge it?"
Me: "NO! I don't even know how to forge your signature"
A: "Why not? It's part of marriage!" (Jokingly of course)
Ummm no. Forging your spouse's signature is not a part of marriage. Glad we got that out of the way early! Happy Wednesday all!
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