I was born in a house that had the volume always up to "earsplitting". Everyone yelled, even - especially - when they weren't mad about anything. It was LOUD. Mom, dad, three of us kids, dogs, cats, friends over, parties, music, everything. No television, though, unless something important or at least very cool was on.
I took from this an aggressive attitude toward life. Yell a lot, stomp around, and if something is new, JAM YOUR HEAD INSIDE TO SEE HOW IT WORKS. I'm uncertain how I lived past 14 years old. Doing things quietly is totally alien to me. This rubs a lot of people the wrong way, I realize. Leln, for example, spent a good chunk of the time in Boston looking quietly amused at my behavior. I am comfortable with this; I don't really worry if people think I'm a loudmouth or a dumbfuck or whatever.
The reason I don't worry is that I am happy with my outlook on life. Live life loud, love like you mean it, grant an intensity to everything that occasionally lands me in the hospital hooked up to the stress-test drugs & machines, etc. I love a good brawl, but only if everyone involved wants to scrap.
I am positive that the quiet type of person can love life & other people just as much as I do (in fact, they can probably love more individuals than I can at any one time)...But I couldn't do it that way. It's just not my nature.
There's really no point to this, other than to explain my position to people who have recently PM'd me, asking what the hell is wrong with me. Nothing is wrong with me. Nothing bothers me, I bother IT.
This was just a thing I was explaining, so shut up.
Quote from: The Dead Reverend Roger on July 26, 2012, 04:49:24 PM
I was born in a house that had the volume always up to "earsplitting". Everyone yelled, even - especially - when they weren't mad about anything. It was LOUD. Mom, dad, three of us kids, dogs, cats, friends over, parties, music, everything. No television, though, unless something important or at least very cool was on.
I took from this an aggressive attitude toward life. Yell a lot, stomp around, and if something is new, JAM YOUR HEAD INSIDE TO SEE HOW IT WORKS. I'm uncertain how I lived past 14 years old. Doing things quietly is totally alien to me. This rubs a lot of people the wrong way, I realize. Leln, for example, spent a good chunk of the time in Boston looking quietly amused at my behavior. I am comfortable with this; I don't really worry if people think I'm a loudmouth or a dumbfuck or whatever.
The reason I don't worry is that I am happy with my outlook on life. Live life loud, love like you mean it, grant an intensity to everything that occasionally lands me in the hospital hooked up to the stress-test drugs & machines, etc. I love a good brawl, but only if everyone involved wants to scrap.
I am positive that the quiet type of person can love life & other people just as much as I do (in fact, they can probably love more individuals than I can at any one time)...But I couldn't do it that way. It's just not my nature.
There's really no point to this, other than to explain my position to people who have recently PM'd me, asking what the hell is wrong with me. Nothing is wrong with me. Nothing bothers me, I bother IT.
This was just a thing I was explaining, so shut up.
I think i may have a hearing problem due to all the earsplitting shit i have to put up with.
How can people send you PMs like that? Why/how?
I get this loudness. One of the reasons the ex did not like being around me is because, well, sometimes I get a little agitated. Every now and again I can get a little yelly.
Usually that is the BRIGHT and HOLY LIGHT of PROPHECY shining through my body. And some people can't handle that. It's not my fault holy is so loud.
Sir Bearington:
:stfu1:
Just an observation here: nobody cares.
Quote from: Alty on July 26, 2012, 04:55:47 PM
How can people send you PMs like that? Why/how?
Dude, you have NO IDEA about what kind of PMs I get. I post anon responses when I get 10 funny ones, but although I'm sitting on about 15 of them right now, 7 are repeats.
Quote from: Alty on July 26, 2012, 04:55:47 PM
I get this loudness. One of the reasons the ex did not like being around me is because, well, sometimes I get a little agitated. Every now and again I can get a little yelly.
When people went quiet in our house, it meant something bad happened. Same with my household now. Keeling and I are always bellowing at each other.
So I associate "quiet" with "the sort of trouble I can't solve with head-butting".
Quote from: Alty on July 26, 2012, 04:55:47 PM
How can people send you PMs like that? Why/how?
I get this loudness. One of the reasons the ex did not like being around me is because, well, sometimes I get a little agitated. Every now and again I can get a little yelly.
Usually that is the BRIGHT and HOLY LIGHT of PROPHECY shining through my body. And some people can't handle that. It's not my fault holy is so loud.
Sir Bearington:
:stfu1:
Just an observation here: nobody cares.
Now, now, thats not a very uplifting or bright attitude to take against anybody is it? But i do geniunely think i have a hearing problem doubled up with the fact that i have a natural hearing sensitivity.
Thread is now about the noob. That's okay, I already said what I had to say.
Quote from: The Dead Reverend Roger on July 26, 2012, 04:59:02 PM
Quote from: Alty on July 26, 2012, 04:55:47 PM
I get this loudness. One of the reasons the ex did not like being around me is because, well, sometimes I get a little agitated. Every now and again I can get a little yelly.
When people went quiet in our house, it meant something bad happened. Same with my household now. Keeling and I are always bellowing at each other.
So I associate "quiet" with "the sort of trouble I can't solve with head-butting".
I grew up in the opposite setting. It was always quiet. Hell, after dinner we would all gather in the living room and read books together. Not the same book, mind you. We would all sit in the living room, reading our own books, to ourselves. Occasionally, dad would put on some Bach, or Mozart.
Mrs LMNO, who came from a TV family, kind of freaked out the first time she experienced that. She calls it "social reading".
Quote from: The Dead Reverend Roger on July 26, 2012, 05:01:06 PM
Thread is now about the noob. That's okay, I already said what I had to say.
No, no carry on with your original thread topic, i insist good sir.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on July 26, 2012, 05:01:58 PM
Quote from: The Dead Reverend Roger on July 26, 2012, 04:59:02 PM
Quote from: Alty on July 26, 2012, 04:55:47 PM
I get this loudness. One of the reasons the ex did not like being around me is because, well, sometimes I get a little agitated. Every now and again I can get a little yelly.
When people went quiet in our house, it meant something bad happened. Same with my household now. Keeling and I are always bellowing at each other.
So I associate "quiet" with "the sort of trouble I can't solve with head-butting".
I grew up in the opposite setting. It was always quiet. Hell, after dinner we would all gather in the living room and read books together. Not the same book, mind you. We would all sit in the living room, reading our own books, to ourselves. Occasionally, dad would put on some Bach, or Mozart.
Mrs LMNO, who came from a TV family, kind of freaked out the first time she experienced that. She calls it "social reading".
We read voraciously. But we even do that loudly. You can tell when someone's reading Terry Pratchett, for example, by the braying laughter.
Quote from: The Dead Reverend Roger on July 26, 2012, 05:03:19 PM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on July 26, 2012, 05:01:58 PM
Quote from: The Dead Reverend Roger on July 26, 2012, 04:59:02 PM
Quote from: Alty on July 26, 2012, 04:55:47 PM
I get this loudness. One of the reasons the ex did not like being around me is because, well, sometimes I get a little agitated. Every now and again I can get a little yelly.
When people went quiet in our house, it meant something bad happened. Same with my household now. Keeling and I are always bellowing at each other.
So I associate "quiet" with "the sort of trouble I can't solve with head-butting".
I grew up in the opposite setting. It was always quiet. Hell, after dinner we would all gather in the living room and read books together. Not the same book, mind you. We would all sit in the living room, reading our own books, to ourselves. Occasionally, dad would put on some Bach, or Mozart.
Mrs LMNO, who came from a TV family, kind of freaked out the first time she experienced that. She calls it "social reading".
We read voraciously. But we even do that loudly. You can tell when someone's reading Terry Pratchett, for example, by the braying laughter.
I'd hate to be in your house.
I dislike loud noises.
Quote from: Alty on July 26, 2012, 04:55:47 PM
How can people send you PMs like that? Why/how?
I get this loudness. One of the reasons the ex did not like being around me is because, well, sometimes I get a little agitated. Every now and again I can get a little yelly.
Usually that is the BRIGHT and HOLY LIGHT of PROPHECY shining through my body. And some people can't handle that. It's not my fault holy is so loud.
Sir Bearington:
:stfu1:
Just an observation here: nobody cares.
I can attest that Shouting Alty = Holy Alty. :aaa:
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on July 26, 2012, 05:01:58 PM
Quote from: The Dead Reverend Roger on July 26, 2012, 04:59:02 PM
Quote from: Alty on July 26, 2012, 04:55:47 PM
I get this loudness. One of the reasons the ex did not like being around me is because, well, sometimes I get a little agitated. Every now and again I can get a little yelly.
When people went quiet in our house, it meant something bad happened. Same with my household now. Keeling and I are always bellowing at each other.
So I associate "quiet" with "the sort of trouble I can't solve with head-butting".
I grew up in the opposite setting. It was always quiet. Hell, after dinner we would all gather in the living room and read books together. Not the same book, mind you. We would all sit in the living room, reading our own books, to ourselves. Occasionally, dad would put on some Bach, or Mozart.
Mrs LMNO, who came from a TV family, kind of freaked out the first time she experienced that. She calls it "social reading".
Dad and I would do that, while Mom and little brother watched TV.
Nobody yelled at my house. I honestly can't recall my parents ever yelling. It left me somewhat handicapped when dealing with arguments later in life.
I'm getting better.
Quote from: Luna on July 26, 2012, 07:12:53 PM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on July 26, 2012, 05:01:58 PM
Quote from: The Dead Reverend Roger on July 26, 2012, 04:59:02 PM
Quote from: Alty on July 26, 2012, 04:55:47 PM
I get this loudness. One of the reasons the ex did not like being around me is because, well, sometimes I get a little agitated. Every now and again I can get a little yelly.
When people went quiet in our house, it meant something bad happened. Same with my household now. Keeling and I are always bellowing at each other.
So I associate "quiet" with "the sort of trouble I can't solve with head-butting".
I grew up in the opposite setting. It was always quiet. Hell, after dinner we would all gather in the living room and read books together. Not the same book, mind you. We would all sit in the living room, reading our own books, to ourselves. Occasionally, dad would put on some Bach, or Mozart.
Mrs LMNO, who came from a TV family, kind of freaked out the first time she experienced that. She calls it "social reading".
Dad and I would do that, while Mom and little brother watched TV.
Nobody yelled at my house. I honestly can't recall my parents ever yelling. It left me somewhat handicapped when dealing with arguments later in life.
I'm getting better.
I'm envious of your silence, noise has given me nothing but trouble.
My immediate family is known affectionately by our extended family and friends as, "THE LOUD FAMILY."
Anyone who has ever met me in person, or has had the pleasure of dealing with me, as well as at least one other immediate family member in the same room knows this. My inside voice can carry though an auditorium without a mic. I just naturally project from years of dealing with verbal "can you top this" at dinner time while having a normal conversation with the parents. We have rendered friends near deaf.
The parentals, being apart of the generation that were known for turning radios on 11 first, didn't help by blasting whatever the flavor of the dial brought. When your own mother calls you a pussy for wanting ear plugs at a rock show, you know you'll be deaf by the time you're 40.
My household is quiet.
Sometimes there's talking and laughter and sometimes there's music or movies or video games, but most of the time, it's quiet. I am not a big fan of talking, honestly.
My kids also like quiet. I don't know whether that's through conditioning or if it's just natural for them. My youngest will go play in the back yard silently by herself for hours. My oldest has a lot of opinions but only starts talking around midnight. My son can get loud if he's playing a video game... and god, if he has a friend over sometimes I have to go hide in my room to get away from the noise... but I've had visitors tell me it's creepy being in a house with three silent, well-behaved children.
I always explain that it's because I beat them.
I can do quiet. Sometimes you have to listen for stuff, like the UPS guy, who might leave your shit on the porch instead of taking it back to New Braunfels if you don't answer the door, but then somebody will steal it. Or if somebody's sick, or if I'm at the house of a friend who prefers quiet.
But the default is LOUD. :lol: When the kids were home we'd all crank our music to keep from being drowned out by the others. Then we'D yell over it:
"MOMMMMM!"
"WHAT?"
"COME HERE!"
"WHY? WHAT DO YOU WANT?"
"BRING ME AN ORANGE!"
"NO! YOU WANT IT, YOU COME GET IT!"
"MOMMMMMMM!"
etc.
I sometimes feel like I act like a mirror. If I'm around loud people, I get loud and raucous. When I'm by myself, or around someone who isn't talking, I don't say anything at all. There's a peacefulness in quiet in a world otherwise dominated by static and meaningless noise.
Quote from: PROFOUNDLY RETARDED CHARLIE MANSON on July 26, 2012, 07:33:02 PM
My household is quiet.
Sometimes there's talking and laughter and sometimes there's music or movies or video games, but most of the time, it's quiet. I am not a big fan of talking, honestly.
This. I've always been pretty quiet, and while a good portion of it for the past decade or so has also been horrible social anxiety, a lot of it is the fact that unless I feel like I have something to say, I'm just fine not talking. It's "small talk"/talking for the sake of talking that I usually don't like and will trip me up. Not that I won't talk ever about anything but I DON'T CARE about the weather/some sports team/that TV show and would rather just not talk in all those miscellaneous public or situations where there's the pressure to talk about SOMETHING. Or the steady stream of just being talked AT about absolutely nothing.
Regardless, there are times I would like to be LOUD. I
feel LOUD but...I then I usually sit and smile politely - whatever may be going behind that smile, for better or worse, the loud gets stuck. It makes it's wait out now and again, unfortunately often not without the help of deal ol' alcohol. Even then, it's a reserved LOUD, a polite LOUD. It's not
quite caring about what others think - I'm perfectly comfortable speaking my mind, everyone else be damned - though that's essentially what it boils down to. Something about stepping out of quiet into LOUD. I could be the last person on Earth and wouldn't find it in me to shout for fear there was someone waiting just behind the nearest tree to hear me do it. I might make a snide remark about it though.
I might look at LOUD people (verbally, but even just personality-wise) with amusement because it looks fun, but there may also be a tint of envy in there. LOUD is a bit of a confusing concept. So simple and free-flowing for those it seems to come naturally to, but a puzzle just out of my grasp most of the time.
There's nothing terribly wrong with being quiet. Works wonders for people watching and observing social situations and interactions. Can learn a lot from it. But sometimes it looks fun to be LOUD. Sometimes you
need LOUD. I just need to find that balance and bring a little more LOUD into my life.
Im quiet and everybody else in my family is loud.
What gives?
Quote from: trippinprincezz13 on July 26, 2012, 08:25:26 PM
I might look at LOUD people (verbally, but even just personality-wise) with amusement because it looks fun, but there may also be a tint of envy in there. LOUD is a bit of a confusing concept. So simple and free-flowing for those it seems to come naturally to, but a puzzle just out of my grasp most of the time.
There's nothing terribly wrong with being quiet. Works wonders for people watching and observing social situations and interactions. Can learn a lot from it. But sometimes it looks fun to be LOUD. Sometimes you need LOUD. I just need to find that balance and bring a little more LOUD into my life.
It IS fun. It gets the blood pumping.
But again, it's definitely NOT the ONLY way to run a railroad. It's just the way I've chosen, or rather learned.
Quote from: The Freeky of SCIENCE! on July 26, 2012, 08:23:21 PM
I sometimes feel like I act like a mirror. If I'm around loud people, I get loud and raucous. When I'm by myself, or around someone who isn't talking, I don't say anything at all. There's a peacefulness in quiet in a world otherwise dominated by static and meaningless noise.
I like the silent accord thing, it's kind of amazing. You know, the thing where you only need a couple of words here and there, almost like mind reading. You have to know somebody a long time, though, and go through a bunch of shit with them, and even then it's rare. I don't really have it with anybody right now, but it's happened with a couple of people. Both dead. :sad:
Interesting note: When I don't want it LOUD, I want it utterly, completely silent.
There's no in-between.
Quote from: The Dead Reverend Roger on July 26, 2012, 08:30:58 PM
Interesting note: When I don't want it LOUD, I want it utterly, completely silent.
There's no in-between.
Oh yes, definitely.
Quote from: The Freeky of SCIENCE! on July 26, 2012, 08:32:45 PM
Quote from: The Dead Reverend Roger on July 26, 2012, 08:30:58 PM
Interesting note: When I don't want it LOUD, I want it utterly, completely silent.
There's no in-between.
Oh yes, definitely.
That is very true.
There have been times when I've gotten in the car with my mom or my dad, mind you, both in their 50s, and they forget to turn off the radio or turn down the knob before turning off the car last, so you get in, you sit down, strap in and BOOM, you're hit with whatever gunk is playing on whatever station or CD at that time.
My mom is worse than my dad about this. I've actually screamed at her, not just because of the freaking volume or being startled, but because of the freaking physical pain that too many decibels suddenly can inflict on a person. To which the usual response is, "Man, musta been a good fuckin' tune."
What makes this even more ridiculous, is that my mom's taste in music is significantly mellower than my dad's, so when you get in the car and Phil Lesh's bass drops like a bad habit on China Cat Sunflower.... :horrormirth:
My sister has taken this tolerance of loud to the next level. As one of the few remaining Jethro Tull fans in existence, she has, in her car, a CD that says, "For Emergency Use Only." This is a collective of classic rock and oddly, Marilyn Manson, that she uses to scare passers-by and bass-driven hoopies. The last time I was with her in which we had to deploy such tactics, a beater blasting Lil' Wayne comes up next to her cute fully-loaded Civic, with it so loud it's shaking our windows. Sister, not to be outdone, pops in the CD, and puts it on Locomotive Breath. We both sit there, dramatically turning ourselves into Ian Anderson wearing our Betsey Johnson sunglasses and girly bathing suit tops, as the guys next to us just stare like we've lost our minds.
Odd thing: I am loud over Ventrilo, quiet on the phone. Quiet at Amusement Parks yet loud when I am home alone.
I remember as a child my parents constantly fighting which this thread has made me realize, as I have quite honestly never thought about it, it being loud yet behind closed doors, with almost the illusion of quiet. My brothers always screamed at me and locked me in closets as well as grabbing belts when my parents were working and smacking me with them, all the while screaming about wanting a better brother as I got depressed even then, but at the time I had no idea how to handle it. Yelling and aggression make me nervous as a person as I tend to be extremely quiet until it reaches a point where my logic shuts off and I become a demonlike beast and every insult in the world designed to inflict as much pain, ignorance, racism, and depression possible. I tend to remove myself from loud situations because I simply cannot handle it. I can't filter what is good and bad, and it makes me want to cover my ears. I believe this to be why I can communicate better via interwebs than in person, because I can use a volume button inside of my head.
When I got angry as a younger man, it tended to resort to fisticuffs, and generally over stupid disagreements or girls or the fact being made fun of 24/7 finally got on my nerves. Bigger people tended to think they could throw their weight around on a 100 pound 6 foot tall 6th grader and regretted it as they held their broken bleeding nose and burst eardrums. Admittedly sent a few to the hospital which I honestly am not proud of simply for the fact during those times I completely lost my mind. It tended to be a situation where I myself escalated it after the opponent was on the ground and out of the fight as my brain simply turned into a central nervous system.
So I tend to avoid louder people in person, not because I don't particularly like them as people, but it's something I as a person cannot handle and am working on. Best solution is immediately removing myself which I hope people don't take offense to because it has nothing to do with them, it's my own problem.
I like quiet. I also like LOUD.
Sometimes I'm so into what I'm doing that the city could be burning down around me and I wouldn't notice.
Sometimes I hate loud. Like at karaoke bars.
Turn it down a little so I can talk shit about these idiots.
My family is divided:
Me and older sister like silent.
Older brother and younger sister like LOUD.
This has indeed led to conflicts in the past.
From my perspective it's a quality vs quantity thing. LOUD is fine as long as it is quality and not LOUD for the sake of being LOUD. That goes for just general communication as well. Otherwise, I do prefer silence and quiet. I hate jibber jabber. I hate people filling space to fill space.
Quote from: Gen. Disregard on July 27, 2012, 01:17:32 AM
I hate jibber jabber. I hate people filling space to fill space.
The relative bane of my existence.
"Why are you so quiet, Will?"
-"there's nothing to talk about."
"Just because there's nothing to talk about doesn't mean you shouldn't talk at all."
Internal me yells obscenities, External me shrugs.
Quote from: trippinprincezz13 on July 26, 2012, 08:25:26 PM
Quote from: PROFOUNDLY RETARDED CHARLIE MANSON on July 26, 2012, 07:33:02 PM
My household is quiet.
Sometimes there's talking and laughter and sometimes there's music or movies or video games, but most of the time, it's quiet. I am not a big fan of talking, honestly.
This. I've always been pretty quiet, and while a good portion of it for the past decade or so has also been horrible social anxiety, a lot of it is the fact that unless I feel like I have something to say, I'm just fine not talking. It's "small talk"/talking for the sake of talking that I usually don't like and will trip me up. Not that I won't talk ever about anything but I DON'T CARE about the weather/some sports team/that TV show and would rather just not talk in all those miscellaneous public or situations where there's the pressure to talk about SOMETHING. Or the steady stream of just being talked AT about absolutely nothing.
Regardless, there are times I would like to be LOUD. I feel LOUD but...I then I usually sit and smile politely - whatever may be going behind that smile, for better or worse, the loud gets stuck. It makes it's wait out now and again, unfortunately often not without the help of deal ol' alcohol. Even then, it's a reserved LOUD, a polite LOUD. It's not quite caring about what others think - I'm perfectly comfortable speaking my mind, everyone else be damned - though that's essentially what it boils down to. Something about stepping out of quiet into LOUD. I could be the last person on Earth and wouldn't find it in me to shout for fear there was someone waiting just behind the nearest tree to hear me do it. I might make a snide remark about it though.
I might look at LOUD people (verbally, but even just personality-wise) with amusement because it looks fun, but there may also be a tint of envy in there. LOUD is a bit of a confusing concept. So simple and free-flowing for those it seems to come naturally to, but a puzzle just out of my grasp most of the time.
There's nothing terribly wrong with being quiet. Works wonders for people watching and observing social situations and interactions. Can learn a lot from it. But sometimes it looks fun to be LOUD. Sometimes you need LOUD. I just need to find that balance and bring a little more LOUD into my life.
I can do LOUD, but what I've found is that it's even more fun to do LOUD without talking a lot. Ask Roger. I was pretty fucking loud in Tucson. Mostly, I remember laughing my ass off.
My two best friends are talkers. Neither of them are loud, but they both can talk and talk and talk. I like to think I hold my own with them.
Quote from: The Dark Monk on July 26, 2012, 09:07:24 PM
Odd thing: I am loud over Ventrilo, quiet on the phone. Quiet at Amusement Parks yet loud when I am home alone.
I remember as a child my parents constantly fighting which this thread has made me realize, as I have quite honestly never thought about it, it being loud yet behind closed doors, with almost the illusion of quiet. My brothers always screamed at me and locked me in closets as well as grabbing belts when my parents were working and smacking me with them, all the while screaming about wanting a better brother as I got depressed even then, but at the time I had no idea how to handle it. Yelling and aggression make me nervous as a person as I tend to be extremely quiet until it reaches a point where my logic shuts off and I become a demonlike beast and every insult in the world designed to inflict as much pain, ignorance, racism, and depression possible. I tend to remove myself from loud situations because I simply cannot handle it. I can't filter what is good and bad, and it makes me want to cover my ears. I believe this to be why I can communicate better via interwebs than in person, because I can use a volume button inside of my head.
When I got angry as a younger man, it tended to resort to fisticuffs, and generally over stupid disagreements or girls or the fact being made fun of 24/7 finally got on my nerves. Bigger people tended to think they could throw their weight around on a 100 pound 6 foot tall 6th grader and regretted it as they held their broken bleeding nose and burst eardrums. Admittedly sent a few to the hospital which I honestly am not proud of simply for the fact during those times I completely lost my mind. It tended to be a situation where I myself escalated it after the opponent was on the ground and out of the fight as my brain simply turned into a central nervous system.
So I tend to avoid louder people in person, not because I don't particularly like them as people, but it's something I as a person cannot handle and am working on. Best solution is immediately removing myself which I hope people don't take offense to because it has nothing to do with them, it's my own problem.
That makes me sad, about your childhood. :(
Oh, the other thing we do a lot in my house is sing. I almost forgot about that because it's just sort of a default. It makes me happy to listen to a house full of singing children, or to start singing, and have one start to sing along.
Quote from: PROFOUNDLY RETARDED CHARLIE MANSON on July 27, 2012, 04:31:06 AM
Oh, the other thing we do a lot in my house is sing. I almost forgot about that because it's just sort of a default. It makes me happy to listen to a house full of singing children, or to start singing, and have one start to sing along.
This. My favorite song to sing is "LETS GET DOWN TO BUSINESS! TO DEFEAT! THE HUNS!"
Older Disney is very popular amongst us all in this household.
Also Tevin Campbells' I2I.
Quote from: Forsooth on July 27, 2012, 02:05:08 AM
Internal me yells obscenities, External me shrugs.
This is your problem, Mac.
Quote from: The Dead Reverend Roger on July 27, 2012, 01:51:39 PM
Quote from: Forsooth on July 27, 2012, 02:05:08 AM
Internal me yells obscenities, External me shrugs.
This is your problem, Mac.
Its hard to be loud and outspoken consciously in the beaten down and submissive society we live in today.
Quote from: The Dead Reverend Roger on July 26, 2012, 04:49:24 PM
Leln, for example, spent a good chunk of the time in Boston looking quietly amused at my behavior. I am comfortable with this; I don't really worry if people think I'm a loudmouth or a dumbfuck or whatever.
Urgh, belated response as always, but for the record I don't and have never considered you a dumbfuck. I'm quiet, and it freaks a lot of people out. People like you, who are willing to make conversation (something I can't do for shit) until I'm comfortable enough to put in my two cents are greatly appreciated.
I used to loud. Breathe it or radiate it, either way. I could block it out and do my own thing if needed, or I could jump into the spotlight and be the loudest in the room. At home I had music playing every waking minute (not all loud music though). But no longer, I seem to require quiet, I think it is because I can't block it out as well anymore, to create some space for my own thoughts maybe, but it pounds. And I can't help it, it just seems to wear me down after a few hours being in such an environment, even if I'm not bothered by it at the time. It's not at all useful when you're working with children, either, I'll be completely beat at the end of the day and ride back home on my bike with my head spinning and buzzing. Then I really just want to close all the curtains [to block the outside world from seeping in] and sit and chill the fuck out. It's not really how I want to be, but it is what it is, and I know how it feels when it isn't. I just hope that one day I can bear the loudness again, a bit more.
I'm quiet by default. In fact, I'll forget to make noise. (nothing over 6 foot has ANY business being stealthy, so don't ask me how this is shit happens.) Then I'll end up yelling commands or chatter to a line, and I'm surprised by the noise coming out of my head.
Leln, if I observed right, thought you were cool. If she doesn't think you're worth hanging around she just isn't there.
The whole thing is very context sensitive. Some people swear I'm classy (WTF), and around others I pride myself on being the freewheeling degenerate in the room.
Quote from: Richter, Baron von on July 28, 2012, 02:32:26 PM
I'm quiet by default. In fact, I'll forget to make noise. (nothing over 6 foot has ANY business being stealthy, so don't ask me how this is shit happens.) Then I'll end up yelling commands or chatter to a line, and I'm surprised by the noise coming out of my head.
Leln, if I observed right, thought you were cool. If she doesn't think you're worth hanging around she just isn't there.
The whole thing is very context sensitive. Some people swear I'm classy (WTF), and around others I pride myself on being the freewheeling degenerate in the room.
Truth. I've been in a room with Richter, and totally lost track of the fact that he's there.
I'm loud with friends (usually. With my debate team I tended to be quiet). But loud in my house is conflict and conflict makes me anxious.
Quote from: Secret Agent GARBO on July 28, 2012, 04:16:23 PM
I'm loud with friends (usually. With my debate team I tended to be quiet). But loud in my house is conflict and conflict makes me anxious.
Quiet in my house meant conflict, so that makes sense.