Furnace Room

Thinking upon me and noise, thought to post about the time, younger sister found me in the furnace room and asked why I was there. I said, "To hide from you," or something to that effect. May have been mostly true. As I remember it, I looked in every room in the house, plus checked the garage, finally sitting in furnace room because that was the only place where I could go to be alone. I was reading when sister found me and irritated that she did.

As an adult, an older sister said she needs to have a lot of people around her; noisy and chaotic, "like home". I was the opposite, I wanted peace and quiet. Best in one-on-one situations. Put three people together, two are going to talk ~ carry on a conversation ~ and the third gets left out. Guess which of those I am! Exaggerated, of course; have had 3 or 4 way conversations, especially around a kitchen table.

I can not say I remember my family being overly noisy or that noise bothered me. I have no recollection of conversations carried on outside the house. The distance from Chris' apartment to where I sit is less than when sitting on bed in a downstairs bedroom at home as a child. The boys playing basketball might run very close to the window. I liked to watch them play sitting in front of that window, yet have zero recall of hearing them talk. I am sure if they hooted and hollered or if the window was open I would have heard them.

I am thinking of my father, running up the stairs, beating my sister (which she denies) with a badminton racket because we were being too noisy. I think now, maybe I am turning into my father, having low tolerance for noise. Dunno.