Sometimes it gets TOO quiet in my house and in my neighborhood. It always seems to coincide with the moments when I'm feeling the loneliest. Not that I feel lonely from the silence, but I start to feel suffocatingly lonely and then suddenly no one is driving by or watching TV too loudly or talking outside or walking past the house. For hours. It weirds me out sometimes.
So I'm sitting here, in my rocking chair, listening to this bizarre noise it's making that reminds me of a video game from long ago. Couldn't say what platform or what game, I just remember that it's the sound that's made when there's a countdown. Like a BOOP but with the bass increased several times.
I'm also thinking about Ryan. "Goverlord" was his nickname in a small group of his friends. He had asperger's. We could sit and talk forever. I often wonder about him, at least once a month. How he's doing, if he's okay. I worry. He called me, years ago, out of the blue. He wasn't doing well. We hung out for a night, took him to a cool place. I never heard from him again, then I had to change my phone number. I'm kind of scared for him. I wish I knew he was okay. I cared about him a lot, he was one of the only people I had a genuine connection with. A very very dear friend.
The thing about the silence is that I could play music, sure, but in contrast it would be so loud and so jarring it would hurt my ears, make me feel panicky, and I'd just have to shut it back off. I don't understand why I'm like this. Why the silence crushes me and suffocates me but any noise becomes so much louder, even if played softly, that I can't stand it.
Talk about a rock and a hard place. ![Confused :?](./images/smilies/icon_confused.gif)
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