When I was a teenager in the 80s, I was an Elvis fan.
an aunt of mine gave me Boney M’s greatest hits album for christmas
saying she wanted me to listen to good music.
She was deaf……………………….. not kidding. She’d been deaf since early childhood.
all she heard was the beat, not the singing nuances……
She also taught me that cartoons are just mouth flaps, so she never could follow them. You can’t lip read when people cover their mouths or fail to enunciate. Mumblese.
With my inability to cope with the soundscape around me, and being overwhelmed by sounds
being overwhelmed by how mean people are to each other as a matter of course.
the of social discourse has become so course
I reverted to my inner child from my workplace and homelife experiences
but in recovery, my inner child is now the one who’s hurt and it’s the adult me starting to take over
intellectual and emotional balancing
boredom defeats terror
anger defeats despair
I circle the drain
and hunker down
for the next storm front
unexpected events within predicted circumstances
trend analysis and future projecting
I don;t think I want to generalize or aggregate from there anymore