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I'm kind of late for this party...but just wanted to chime in as I feel comforted by this thread. I'm an avid hater of noise and always have been. However, I do love rock and heavy metal concerts. And I do love, on occasion, a quick drive on the highway with the volume turned way up. But inappropriate noise? No way.
Inappropriate noise unnerves me and angers me to the point of distraction. And I finally figured out that it's not the noise per se but the inconsideration of the person responsible for the noise. The lack of consideration demonstrated reminds me of how powerless I really am and how futile are my efforts to control my life and circumstances. Though I may temporarily suspend such negative thoughts a crashing reminder awaits at every phase of my life.
Perhaps I was not always like this but for a few years I had to share a bedroom with a younger sibling who could only sleep with the music on. Months and years of complaints fell upon deaf ears. My parents revelled in noise. A radio was always on in our house. And later in life my mom would fall asleep with a blaring television tuned to the news (news show were not really TV in her opinion) that I could hear from my bedroom when I visited.
The agony of futility was a constant companion until I moved into my first home set in a peaceful oasis with the sounds of birds as my music. Life was grand and peaceful. I thrived at work where the constant drone of voices, TVs and radios did not bother me for as soon as I left for the day I'd be headed to sweet serenity. Then my physically distant neighbor's son came home from college for a visit...my rage at being disturbed by someone else's noise, once again, just depressed me and yet also reminded me that I needed to adjust my own settings so as to embrace the reminders of life's energy.
Ultimately I recognized that my noise abhorrence was truly displaced repressed negativity towards my sibling and family. That truly I was really angry and upset by my siblings and parents lack of consideration towards me as a youth and that I harbored those thoughts and feelings well into adulthood. When I finally acknowledged and released those emotions my tolerance levels for music and sounds skyrocketed. But I also suspect that the introduction of kids into my life also helped me temper and adjust my noise sensitivity issues.
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