Connecting the wrong sounds 02/22/22
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I reached in the fridge and took out a carton of almond milk. I was
going to have some cereal, you see, a mix of raisin bran and rice
Chex... with the fridge door still swinging slowly opened, I looked
over at the bowl and gave the carton a shake.
CRINKLE!
At the very moment when I shook the carton, the fridge door ran into a
half-full 20lb bag of rice that I had sitting on the floor nearby (I
hadn't gotten around to putting it away... for like a week.) Of
course, I didn't realize this right away; my brain had connected that
sound (it was near enough) with the shaking of the milk carton, and so
I jumped out of my skin a little and stared at the carton in my hands
to see what in the world was wrong with it.
Perhaps there is a name for this sort of thing. There should be. This
isn't' the first time it's happened, just the most recent example.
From time to time this happens to me, when I do something, and the
resultant sound isn't what I expect. It's alarming and disorienting.
It can make the world feel alien, all in a moment.
Is it a big deal? Nah, it's just one of those little things that I
experience as I go through life. Barely worth mentioning at all,
really. And that's why I thought to write it down here. Because in
gopherspace, I never feel like I can't write something small.
Have an awesome March friends, I hope you encounter something that
makes you jump out of your skin a little, and feel alive.
