Those Little Things

You know those little things? The ones that have the tendency to drive the most sane people mad? Those little things are, at least for me, the human equivalent of kryptonite.

Just as I grow accustomed to the oddly peaceful silence. Just as I start to enjoy the oddity. Just as my mind clears of all of the usual nonsense, a door closes. A person sneezes or shifts in their chair. A car drives by or someone starts to whisper. Just when the silence is complete and I am actually able to concentrate someone spoils it; some little noise breaks the nothingness and brings me back to reality just after I escaped it.

Quiet moments are hard to come by. Think about it: When was the last time that you spent a good amount of time in complete blissful silence? It doesn’t happen often now does it? There is always some noise when you just reach that moment.

It’s like being interrupted in the midst of a daydream. I’m on a dream vacation in a tropical paradise, about to make a plunge into a cool, deep pool of crisp water, and a blaring horn greets you instead of a splash. Or maybe I am lying in a hammock on a far away stretch of sand, my eyes close slowly as I fade into unconsciousness but I am jolted awake by a squeaking chair on the other side of the room.

Silence should just stay silent.