It’s funny how sometimes I think I’m such a weird person..(wait,
let’s make that unique). I do stuff (at least I think I do) that no
one else does, I think like no one else does, and I feel or hear
stuff I don’t think people care much for (scary).
Here’s an example.
I always get so irritated when I’m getting down the LRT at U.N. Ave.
Keywords: guard. whistle. loud. shriek. ear. deaf.
To explain, when I get down, I go left to where the turnstiles and
exit are. But. BUT. The guard who directs and monitors the people
going in the train is on the left side too. So I have to pass behind
or at least near him/her. What hurts is that the guards don’t seem to
have sensitivity to the passengers. We pass. They blow their
whistles. LOUDLY. The shrieking whistle sound that pierces through
your earwax and ear whatsits and strikes the very core of your
eardrum. Imagine the ringing pain at the end, vibrating through your
ear to your head, thereby resulting to a very massive migraine. Take
note, this is EARLY in the morning.
The weird part? The other women (and men) don’t seem to care. I
frown, squint my eyes from the sudden shriek of the whistle, and
everyone else either do not care or prefer to show no emotion. I
mean, no one reacts.
Lately, what I do is when I near the guard, I put a finger in my ear
so that when he/she blows the whistle, I’m ready. What’s funny is
that all these weeks that I’ve been passing here and observing
people’s reactions, it was only today that I saw another woman
holding a finger to each ear to dispel some of the sounds coming from
the whistle. It must have been funny seeing the both of us like that.
Guess what. The guard didn’t blow her whistle.