So... don't bring your whistle to Disneyland

It’s very obvious to me what this is all about, but those who do not consider the rights of others above their own, may not see the bigger picture here.

Every time I am out in public, I am bombarded with music from other sources than of my own control or choosing, and I am very weary of that bombardment, wherever I go. No doubt others are less sensitive to this, and why it continues to be so widespread in our culture today. Why do others seem to want to subject others to the music or “noise” of their choosing, for whatever reasons they do so? I abhor the car stereo that engulfs the others in earshot of that deaf person in the car beside, behind or in front of me, who thinks it is necessary to broadcast to any other person nearby withing a quarter of a mile, their taste in what they consider “music” (and so very broadly interpreted these days) or their intended amusement.

Department stores, restaurants, gas stations, etc, etc, all seem to want to “create” an atmosphere that is conducive to buying their product in their environment, but as far as I am concerned, it certainly does not work for me. It’s the same thing when a compulsive “whistler” (who whistles only with his lips) enters my environs in public places, and makes me listen to his noise that he creates at will, who has no consideration at all for the others who are within earshot of them while doing so (besides the already overhead music that is bombarding my ears).

So yes, leave your whistles at the motel room, and leave the sound to nature, or the park where you are paying good money to attend. Can you be so short-sighted or of no other dimension that you can do nothing else while you wait in line for whatever you are there for-just like playing with your I-phones just because you can, even though it doesn’t make a sound? Talk to your kids, or wife or girlfriend, and enjoy the moment for what it is. Try to be more focused on your surroundings and the consideration of your neighbors instead of just yourself. I would not like to share my apartment walls with many of you who cannot do otherwise. We live in a too-close society, who cannot help be affected daily by our neighbors. Do you want to be the one who affects others, or are you willing to make peace with others around you and listen instead?

I would love to play my instruments 12 hours a day at home here, but I refrain from disturbing my wife and other neighbors, and I expect nothing less from my neighbors-to be respectful of their responsibilities as humans and the rights of others who are subjected to the same incessant bombardment from those who do not choose to consider other people’s rights to quiet, more than they have to make noise and disturb others. By the nature of their noisy debate, they are more responsible for their actions, and should be held more culpable for it.

Ah, guess I’m just getting old, and cranky. But maybe it’s more than just that?

Well, if you are, I would suggest that there are several others of us who are getting old and cranky in a similar way.

Retirement plan… invest in amplifiers, boom boxes, noisemakers, etc. and medical aids, hearing aids, etc., and coup the profits from both ends of the spectrum.

Me no crank.

Hear, hear! I agree completely.

The young guy who has all his windows rolled down blasting out his music is offensive to me. It seems juvenile, like the person’s social development was arrested at the age of 8, when he cleverly made farting noises in his armpit. I can only imagine two explanations 1) the person is truly oblivious to other people or 2) the person has an inexplicable desire to impose his music on others, shoving it in their faces as much as possible. Both are childish.

This is particularly annoying in Las Vegas, where wherever you go on “the strip”, even walking down the sidewalk with cars whizzing by, you’re bombarded with too-loud cretinous vapid pop music. Your ear begins screaming out for silence- for any relief from the eternal pounding-yet-unexciting sh!te.

OK, thanks for the boost guys-now I don’t feel quite as decrepit as I did before your posts-and knowing I’m not alone in my feelings helps me feel a little better about it. Of course, if I had that blaster ray that made them all disappear at will, it would make me feel a lot better.