The Sound of Silence
Comments (6) One thing I am coming to realize is that without TV in my life (going on 7 years now), I have become extremely sensitive to noise.
Of course sometimes I am in the mood for some music to lift my spirits, or a podcast to fire up my lazy neurons, and I always try to listen to the morning and evening news on NPR in order to feel informed.
But quite honestly, more often than not, these days I choose silence.
I like to hear the furnace turning on and off, the cockatiels making their happy beak-grindings before they drift off for a nap, the wind rustling the tall pines that surround my house, the squeak of the living room floor in that one particular place as I walk across it.
I find that if I am surrounded by extraneous sounds all day, even if it is merely the pleasant melody of music, I get crabby and fatigued.
This post won’t change the world. It’s just a random thought about life without TV.
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