I am going through air conditioning humming hell!
the landlord just had "fixed" the A/C for the unit above me, which hadn't worked in ages (LL's grandson now lives upstairs). I don't mind white noise, but this unit had a hum of two notes less than half-step apart, which is to say an out of tune hum! It's loud, too, and travelling through the ducts on the south side of the house. I had to sleep in my living room. I asked my neighbor the next day if they were done fixing the A/C, and he said yes, to which I said, "well, no." After some pleading, which involved people walking into my messy BR—nothing like having the LL find out what a horrid housekeeper one is—to hear just how loud, they fixed it a little and basically said as an old A/C unit is was the best they could do. I still sleep in the LR when it's humming, thanks to a very comfy couch. Fortunately, he only runs it on very hot days, or I have to think about moving.
fwiw, when I was a child, my mother couldn't take me into one department store because the high-pitched sound from the escalator (which she could not hear at all) drove me nuts, too. She also had to cut all the elastics out of my baby clothes. At least at BN, I'm in good company! We're all just highly attuned aesthetes here, and maybe that's exactly what makes basenotes what it is, a place where we can feel less alone in our peculiarities. (:
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Originally Posted by Mimi Gardenia
Chaplain - I also really dislike crowds. I also walk out of crowded restaurants with a wait line . The less people around the better .
The SAs at Macy's freak me out till my brain becomes jelly and I get really nervous .
Loud noises - terrible .
Here's a little secret - the drone of the air conditioner makes me anxious sometimes .
hi, teardrop, I'm a cyclist who also hates cyclists on the sidewalk—or on the wrong side of the road. re: other people's screaming children. I don't hate the kid, I despise the adult for either dragging a tired child about rather than considering the child's needs or for letting a rambunctious one run wild. Even worse is when the parent of the tired child yells at them for crying. Makes me want to hit them with a purse full of quarters.
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Originally Posted by teardrop
Things l love;
A good belly laugh.
A lazy day on the beach, swimming, reading & napping.
A long, hot bubble bath.
Cuddles with my bf.
Things l hate;
People who talk over you & never listen.
Cyclists who ride on the pavement (sidewalk).
Edit; please can l add one more hate? Other people's screaming children! Nothing is more guaranteed to send my stress levels sky high.
Can't wait to see what the theory is!
, I second leaky containers, and generally things that don't fit together correctly. I can go into a snit over that.