Hate the sound of:
-People pashing, like on TV. I have to change the channel.
-People eating, especially when they try to do it quietly. I actually prefer loud, unabashed crunching to those dainty ladies in office lunch rooms who only treat you to an occasional lip smack or swallowing sound!
-Modern train whistles, they actually hurt my ears and many times I've almost stuck my finger up at the driver or yelled at him.
-Babies and toddlers crying. Oddly, newborns don't bother me that much. The worst are the screamers, kids who just want attention and to see how far they can push it and their stupid mothers just sit there. I feel like slapping the little s**ts and their stupid excuses for mothers.
-TRAFFIC, especially trucks. I feel like I'm about to be run over. It's a lot better when I wear earplugs.
-Voices of people I hate because they've abused me verbally in the past. I have to put loud music on to drown them out otherwise I'll get suicidal.
-Coughing (why I couldn't be a doctor).
-People eating snacks out of plastic wrappers and doing that crinkle-pause-crinkle thing. Together with chewing sounds, this drives me crazy.
Love the sound of:
-Rain falling on a car that I'm sitting in. Every drop feels like a gift. It makes me feel rich and privileged.
-Mopping sounds, they're a balm for my ears. Painting sounds the same.
-Not sure what it is but a loud, vibrating drilling-type machine they used to have at my last work. The sound would echo from next door, first a higher-pitched whirr which would gradually deepen into a subsonic vibration that would pulsate up from the floor through one's feet all the way to the brain and put you into a mesmeric trance. I loved it!
-Distant, rumbling thunder, especially when it thuds and sounds like it's coming closer.
-Sub woofer drum beats.
-Spoons gently scraping on bowls (but if it's loud and aggressive I hate it); I used to think I hated this sound but found it really relaxed me.
-Certain people's voices, like my psychologist. They relax me and help me focus.
-Being in rich people's houses. Somehow they seem more quiet and the sounds all seem much more pleasing, from the tick of old clocks to the wind stirring the leaves of oak trees in the yard to the creak of old floorboards in hundred-year-old rooms.... mmm, I love the sound of money.
I'm also highly sensitive to smells. Some smells can put me in a trance, like the smell of paint. I also love sniffing liquid paper, petrol, WD 40, permanent textas and whiteboard markers, newspapers, glossy magazines, stain remover and anything else with a hint of thinner or paint in it.