Please Stop Talking

There's a woman at work whose voice makes me feel constipated.

(Voices have always affected me strongly. I have a friend whose speaking voice is musical, which is lovely. But by the end of the day, I am so thankful for my twenty minute ride home with nothing but Silence. It gives my ears a chance to let all the little annoying sounds and words to trickle out and get blown away on the breeze, so that by the time I get home, they are clear enough to hear my favorite voices: Micah's and Harper's.)

Comments

[Tad McJabber]

What about blogging? Is blogging talking? Do you hear the voices of respective bloggers blogging or talking in your head? Is that sickening as well, cause I think that it would be, not that it would happen for every blogger because you don't know blogger voices but then again maybe you end up inserting the voice of someone that is just as annoying into the blogger you are reading but don't know and then that may make the constipation even worse, you know what I mean? I mean, golly, even typing gets old sometimes but it's more a feeling of nausea or maybe a throbbing headache, one of those headaches that throbs and throbs and throbs and never stops, ever, never never never...

[Kristen]

Tad- I think that I have an ear disease more than a reading disease, because I love reading what other people think, generally. I mean, my friend that is a member of the Nazi Party and her propaganda gets old- and her voice actually makes me experience gastric reflux, but as long as I take some Prilosec or Tagament or hell, even Tums, I'm okay.
Maybe you should take something for that headache, Tad. I suggest, as a nurse, some basil, goat lips and graveyard walnuts. It always does the trick for me.

[susan Horton]

the girl who works next to me has no "inside voice" and she is perpetually auditioning for American Idol. I love the girl she's cute and really dumb and she's sweet when she likes you, but I just wish she'd shut the hell up for 30 seconds per hour. In addition to all this she constantly interrupts my conversations. I can't have a private conversation. Whew... I said all that in one long drawn out exasperated breath.

[Kristen]

Is she also a nurse? Because I think I know her.

Susan- that sucks.

[susan Horton]

No not a nurse, worse, a hairdresser. Here's the thing. Nurses have to clean up shit and spit and get no thanks. Hairdressers get paid stupid money for making people pretty. Our customers are always happy to see us and bring us gifts. Nurse's customers are hardly ever happy and they crap on you, literally. So hairdressers think our shit doesn't stink and that everyone wants to hear us talk all the time. Hence the talk that never ends.

[Kristen]

Maybe it is better to work around nurses. I think that in our low-self esteem and dragging hopelessness, perhaps our view of ourselves is more accurate, at least in general.