Seriously, do you have to type on it with the downward pressure of a thousand rotund southern preachers? What gives?
In Hackers there are a bunch of scenes that drive me absolutely up the wall, despite being one of my favorite movies. Every time someone is typing s. l. o. w. l. y. and banging on the keys loud enough to wake the dead, I want to do some kind of physical damage to something. And I understand entirely that this is a symptom of misophonia, and I should do everything possible to take myself out of the offending area or block the sound in some way (I’m listening to pandora, right now), but this is a daily thing. Doesn’t matter how great of a day I’m having or how long I’m actually at my desk… at some point I’m going to hyper focus on the sound of someone typing.
I’m not a mean person. I mean, for the most part. I don’t like it when people don’t like me or think I’m a bitch. But for the love of all that is holy, the longer I spend exposed to these sounds, the lower my patience is for other seemingly innocuous occurrences.
I’m noticing that every day that goes by, I feel more and more overwhelmed by the sounds of my environment. Maybe today’s episodes are being precipitated by whatever has been up my ass since last week. Or maybe I’m just finally outwardly showing the wear on my psyche.
This is the beginning of some kind of “down period”. And I’ve got no choice but to just ride it.