Sounds and Silence
Monday morning... five phone lines at work ringing non-stop, each caller with questions or needing assistance of some kind. I'm making notes on a notepad as I go, who's on one, what the guy on two wants, who line three is for, etc... craziness! The folks who call in expecting me to know who they are just by the sound of their voice always make me smile. They have no idea that I talk to forty or fifty different people daily... it's amazing that I can even remember my own name by the end of the day!
I've been answering offfice phones for more than thirty years. Is it any wonder that I often hear phones ringing at night in my sleep and in my dreams? At least in my current job we don't have speakers announcing calls all day long as we did at the truck dealership where I last worked. The staff there learned to tune out our voices just like kids would their mom, and I was often hoarse by the end of the day from repeated paging. I don't miss that at all.
When I come home I love the quiet, it is peaceful and restful to me. Most often if I am home alone during the day, there is no tv, no music, no sound at all in the rooms except the AC fan coming off and on, the clicking of my keyboard, and the furkids purring in my lap and around my feet. That's my idea of heaven! Other sounds that soothe me... ocean waves, falling rain, howling winter winds, crickets chirping in the night, and classical music.
I belive that quiet time, time to sort out your thoughts, meditate, or even just decompress from the stress of the day, is essential. I wonder about people who never ever enjoy quiet unless they are asleep. My ex kept the tv running from the time he woke up in the morning until he went to bed at night. If he wasn't in front of it, he was out in the band room jamming with his bandmates, making even more noise! We see young people and many adults with earbuds in their ears wherever they go, at work or play. Some folks even keep music or the tv on when they sleep for background noise.
Has silence become that uncomfortable for us, that taboo? Do we use the noise to block out the sound of our own heart beating?