Top Five Sounds Emma Hates the Most, in No Particular Order:
- The drumming of someone's nails; that little tap-tap-tapping that says, "I'm bored, and also immensely superior to you." I also have no nails (I pick at them. I know, I know, bad habit), so maybe I take it a little too personally, but it makes me feel like people are mocking me.
- The sound my laptop makes when it gets too hot; that whirring sound, like it's getting ready for take-off. It infuriates me.
- The sound of dentist tools; that threatening clattering sound. It's even scarier when my dentist's face is right above them and invading my personal space. (My dentist goes to my synagogue. Nice guy, but I'm always super awkward around him. Whenever I see him chanting or whatever I always think, "he knows what my back molars look like". And then I wonder if he's thinking about my back molars when we run into each other at synagogue. It's gotten to the point where I'll dash over to and hide in the classrooms if I see him coming. But I digress.)
- The buzzing of a bee. I immediately regress to 7-year-old mode, and stand there motionless and mutter to myself "they're more afraid of me than I am of them". I'm not sure why. I've been stung by bees before, and while obviously I don't like being stung I'm always a big girl about it. It's not that bad.
- Children (anyone, really) just learning the violin. There are few things on this earth as excruciating as a bad violinist. It's a testament of my love for my younger sister that I've listened to her practice her violin, oh, at least twice. (And she's not bad, per se; she's just 7 years old, and, well, no Mozart.)