I'm addicted to earplugs. I'm not sure exactly when it happened, like most addictions it snuck up on me. One day my neighbor was doing some work that seemed to require a lot of hammering, so I used a pair because I was trying to write. It was interesting, sort of like writing underwater. But the neighbor stopped working and I forgot about the earplugs.
Then summer hit and windows opened. I'm not a great sleeper at the best of times. My mind is usually going a mile a minute and " relaxed" is just not a natural state. So my honey had a package of earplugs he brought home from work. Ahhhhh... silence.
Then it started. I'd drop hints about needing more and meet him at the door after work with an eager smile. If he forgot them, I'd drift around the house casting depressed, " Why is the world so LOUD," looks in his direction.
And if he did bring some home? Ahhhhh...sweet relief.
With ear plugs I can have the fan and air conditioner on and still be in my happy cocoon of nothingness! But then I realized something. When I didn't have them, I felt off. On edge. Grumpy.
Then I noticed how many empty wrappers were on my desk, on the night table. How many was I using in a day? I didn't even know anymore. I had a problem.
So I'm weaning myself. One day at a time. I can do this.
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