Throughout our lives, the noise of one kind or another us envelopes day and night.
Constant noise is primarily a part of modern life. But if you lived during the harsh Middle Ages, the clatter of carts on cobblestone had the power to assault your eardrums.
Imagine life during pioneer days. You and your family live on a ranch or farm in the middle of nowhere. During the day, you hear human voices and various animals. At times, a herd of buffalo may pass by. But during the night, the silence surrounds you.
In contrast, compare “simpler times” to your life. During the day, sounds bombarded your ears, some pleasant and some not so much.
The alarm clock jolts you awake. There is a reason it is called an alarm. It is a jarring sound which wrenches you from the deepest slumber. No matter what tone it is set on, any sound that pulls you out of a good dream is beyond annoying.
Alarm clocks may be necessary, but they are unhealthy. After all, who in their right mind wishes to be terrorized awake? We fill our lives with obligations and worries. People would be late for work or every appointment if they were not alarmed back to consciousness.
If alarms clocks are the only noise hurdles in your life, consider yourself fortunate. The rest of us get up and turn on the radio or television to keep us on track. Hubby and I prefer a local radio station. The chatter is entertaining and informative and gets us out the door in a timely fashion.
Now comes the fun part. During the drive to work, the countless traffic sounds are bad enough, but you also have to contend with the language that flows trippingly off your tongue as one troglodyte or another upset you. Even if you do not succumb to growling and cursing, there is no doubt your fellow humans will give you reasons to verbalize your thoughts. Sometimes those thoughts are unfit for polite company.
At work, telephones ring, copiers clack through their tasks, and people talk. Sometimes the urge to hide under your desk and wait until another chatterbox leaves your area is mighty tempting. According to the office grapevine, several employees do crawl under their desks to take naps regularly.
A few of the suits caught on and looked under the desks. Imagine the shock of seeing your boss’s face peering at you while you huddle under the desk. Fun times. The problem is, no one sends invitations to such events, and all we can do is imagine the worst.
Wherever we go, machines make enough racket to knock a saint off his prayers. And, most of us are not saints. Of course, some are winnable saints, which is a noble endeavor.
Perhaps to give our ears a respite, manufacturers do a better job insulating our cars, and builders manage to soundproof our homes, as well. For example, when we lived in suburbia, if we were in the bedroom, we did not hear any noises on the street in front of the house.
One night the insomnia monster struck. The bedroom was too quiet, and the lady of the house went to the library located in the front section of their home. The racket on the neighbor’s lawn along with the flashing lights caught her attention. Had she been asleep, the drama next door would not have disturbed her dreams.
Seven or eight people lived next door, and all that togetherness came to a boiling point which happened to involve the police that night. Soon afterward, those folks moved.
Following a trip to Costa Rica, the lady of the manor found it difficult to fall asleep Even with the male donkey’s braying and the lowing of the cattle their house in the country was too quiet. She missed the hum of the jungle.
Oddly enough, amid the constant jungle sounds, falling asleep was never a problem.
Perhaps on our next trip, we should bring back a troop of howler monkeys and assorted jungle critters to ease us back into our sometimes too insulated home.