Seriously. LA LA LA LA I CAN'T HEAR YOU I'M GOING TO BED is seriously underrated as a survival strategy.
I got to a point a few years ago where I was absolutely terrified of wrong noises. Bad thunderstorms. Shit hitting the window like it did yesterday. Airplane engines. Morons going down O Street on their bikes at 90 mph every time the temperature goes over 50F. (One of them hit a phone pole last fall, and it ended in exactly the way you're imagining. They're still doing it.) I was going absolutely batshit from anxiety. My pal Sharon sent me her outdated iPhone, which I couldn't use as a phone because this was when they only let you use them through Apple and the monthly charge was slightly less than my mortgage. But she talked me through jailbreaking it and suddenly I had an iPod with a fuckload of storage that I could feed my DVD collection to, and I had music during the day and white noise apps at night, and everything was fine again. (I also found a big box of earplugs on clearance that I'm still using, and it's the only way to fly.)
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Date: 2025-03-20 09:27 pm (UTC)I got to a point a few years ago where I was absolutely terrified of wrong noises. Bad thunderstorms. Shit hitting the window like it did yesterday. Airplane engines. Morons going down O Street on their bikes at 90 mph every time the temperature goes over 50F. (One of them hit a phone pole last fall, and it ended in exactly the way you're imagining. They're still doing it.) I was going absolutely batshit from anxiety. My pal Sharon sent me her outdated iPhone, which I couldn't use as a phone because this was when they only let you use them through Apple and the monthly charge was slightly less than my mortgage. But she talked me through jailbreaking it and suddenly I had an iPod with a fuckload of storage that I could feed my DVD collection to, and I had music during the day and white noise apps at night, and everything was fine again. (I also found a big box of earplugs on clearance that I'm still using, and it's the only way to fly.)