Thursday, November 29, 2012


the hatred of sound. Namely, of gum-chomping, pen-clicking, cereal-chewing kinds of sounds. Yeah, I'm pretty sure I have this condition.

OK not literally, because according to my *extensive* scientific research on this psychological condition (i.e. 4 minutes on Google), people who legitimately have misophonia are "driven to rage and panic by certain small sounds like chewing, slurping, and gulping." And I can't say I've ever actually started shaking or pounding my fists when someone next to me is loudly chewing gum, but I also can't say I haven't felt the strongest urge to reach into the offending person's mouth and yank out the gum (or whatever the offending object may be), then quietly and happily continue on my merry way! Some people's kids. Seriously, it's kind of crazy how such a small thing can make me almost sick to my stomach. That and I start looking like this:

Whether or not I've actually seen segments of this movie will remain confidential.
End of rant. Someday I'll be happy for all the patience I've had to build by so many gum-chomping, pen-snapping, cereal-chewing beautiful children of God in this world.


  1. I LOLed reading this:) Thanks for picking up my spirits.

  2. Hannah, you are fantastic!!! You make me so happy and you know the best way to write about small things in life. Love you!

  3. hey. that's a great movie. don't be ashamed. ;)