i am so. effing. glad that my family all grew up eating at different times and eventually, after my siblings moved away, in different rooms. i could not freaking stand it if i had to listen to that crap. like in those everyone-around-the-table-not-talking kind of families. i'd go postal.
it's why i can't sit in the tiny, windowless breakroom at work, which is bad enough w/o eating. everyone sitting in there, no noise, radio, tv to cover it up, all silently chewing, scraping, sucking, licking together in this deafeningly uncomfortable silence, all facing each other. ultimate formula for a meltdown. there's one girl who, whenever she eats anything crumby, will keep licking her finger and pressing it to every crumb that falls ON THE TABLE. and eating it. the dirty, communal, germy, TABLE.
i heard an episode of This American Life once on NPR (at least i think it was TAL), where one segment was about two siblings whose father ate so disgustingly sloppily and noisly, and with such gusto, they wanted him to die. they were not allowed to leave the table, everyone had to time their eating around his, they could never enjoy a meal. v regressive and pack-like.
animal eating sounds though? cute. listening to my birdie eating her little seedies right now.