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.
