1. It may be said in defence of the offending parties, that not everyone is always aware of how loud they are!
My attention was brought to this fact in one of the more embarrassing ways possible: In these vacations past, we staid at her parents' for a week. We kept it down; we thought ourselves quiet. Then, at the breakfast table came the "witty" remarks.
A lesson is learnt, but the damage is irreversible.
2. Admittedly, it'd probably bother me if I had to listen to my parents doing it. Luckily, I have never been at this impasse. Other than that, I do not care much; having lived in a dorm, I got (as
#576,543 hinted at) pretty much used to hearing anything else, from the gay arabs upstairs to the girl across the hallways by herself - and the solution is loud piano music.
3. Tired? I get
turned on by hearing myself : |