I got to work this morning a colleague said she could hear my music from several feet away. Several feet! It was so loud and clear that she â€œcould sing along.â€
Oh, God. I listen to music on the way to work, and to me it is just â€œmedium-loudâ€ â€” I would actually like it a lot louder, but itâ€™s as high as it can go. (This should have been a hint.)
(Some readers will know that have poor hearing. Itâ€™s not really obvious as I speechread and the hearing aids help a great deal. But I canâ€™t hear whispering with them in â€” which makes for interesting times in meetings. Without them, I can barely hear anything at all and I need to remind myself to keep my â€œinside voiceâ€ on. This can make for even more interesting situations.)
Now I am thinking that I must be driving the people on the streetcar crazy.
They probably hate me. Hereâ€™s that middle-aged woman blasting music again. Sure teens do it â€” but adults on the way to their serious job?
So the rudeness and sound pollution is embarrassing enough, but I have not even mentioned the playlist. Today it included:
- I Touch Myself â€” Divinyls
- Donâ€™t Stop Believing â€” Journey
- Is She Really Going Out With Him â€” Joe Jackson
- Crimson and Clover Joan Jett & the Blackhearts
- Any Way You Want It â€” Journey
- Glory Days â€” Bruce Springsteen
- We Built This City â€” Starship
Oh God â€” middle-aged and pedestrian â€” not the image I wish to project. Well, that was todayâ€™s image.
Some days I donâ€™t listen to music at all. For example, I like Dan Savageâ€™s Savage Love podcast and listen to that fairly often as well.
Yeah, you got it. People can hear me listening to advice about orgasms, BDSM, sounding, monogamish couples â€“ you get the picture. No topic is taboo.
Oh, boy. I am changing my route tomorrow.