When it’s silent around me, I go crazy. I hate it when I’m by myself and there’s no hubbub happening. I can’t think.
When I was an undergrad, I lived alone much of the time, but the television was always on for noise, or I was simply not there.
I studied most frequently in the small town local bar. It was friendly, and I could grab a cheap bowl of chili or something while I worked. I even studied for the Law School Admissions Test there before my three week stint at being a law student.
I think when it’s super quiet, I just don’t do well. I sleep with a fan, not so much to block out noise, but to give my brain some noise to attach to that’s constant.
I love music and have thousands of songs downloaded into my phone, as well as streaming services.
I honestly don’t know what to do with “quiet.” I think it contributes to depression. I need things happening around me.
Just an observation.
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