I seem to have better hearing than pretty much everyone I know. It's not so much that I would excel in a hearing test with those high-pitched sound frequencies -- it's just that I hear things that other people seem to not hear. And I hear things on top of other noises. I can be watching television, typing, and eating chips and I can still hear the bass of the person who lives below me while they listen to music with their sub woofer that probably belongs in a car. So it bothers me. There is no sound to cancel out that sound unless I buy a sub woofer that belongs in a car and obviously I don't enjoy bass because I can't even handle second-hand bass, so why would I torture myself like this just to listen to self-provided bass?
I acknowledge that I pay attention to sound too much so I try to give my neighbors a break. Woe is me to have moved into an apartment complex where the walls are so thin if I am in my bathroom or kitchen, I can basically hear word for word of my neighbors' conversations (which gives me cause to pause and wonder what sort of things they have been hearing from my apartment and how much they know about me and my life and my phone conversations that I thought were private in the seclusion of my apartment). I try not to blame them and blame the thin walls and hate my apartment management. But really, it turns into a general discontentment malaise at people in general, with me disliking both the complex and my neighbors.
But back to the point, I seem to be able to hear better than most (all) people. And I use it to know where people are. I listen to them walking around and talking and I know where they are. This does not help me not run into inanimate objects that I wasn't looking at, which explains why I constantly knock my arms, elbows, and legs on anything as I walk by and trip over things that I should have been able to step over. Am I clumsy or just visually unobservant? (Feel free to answer that question but I might just ignore you because I always know better.)
This sounded like an interesting thing to talk about when I started but it turned into me just ranting about my neighbors and thin walls. Eh.
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My last complex was miserable. I felt like I was friends with all of my neighbors because I COULD hear everything going on in their lives. It was like listening to real life soap operas. My sister (roommate) and I even made names for the loud soap opera neighbors.
*laughing* that's a good idea about the names. I'll have to try that =)
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