Ack, okay. I’ll admit it. I make noises. All the time. Wack-a-doo little sounds can oft be witnessed escaping my mouth ’cause they’re simply superior at conveying my exact feelings than words are. And I love words. (Mmmm-num-num-num…don’t get me wrong! This lady loves words). But sometimes, noises are just better. Hoo-diddle-lee-dee!*
It’s when I don’t realize I’m doing it that it gets me in trouble. See, I’ve grown so accustomed to emitting the little buggers, that I don’t even notice when they come out anymore. A “buh” or an “uggh” or an “eeeeeeeep” could come out at any moment, really. I don’t have to be lifting something heavy or seeing a mouse. (Eeeek! Just the thought!) And it has gotten worse I believe. For it has been brought to my attention more and more frequently that I just made a unique (read: improper) noise in an unbefitting location. And I wasn’t even aware of my doing so! Gah.
Ahem. Now let me make one thing ever so clear. I don’t think it’s wrong to make little noises. Ah, no! To the contrary–I think it is quite a good thing. They’re so very enjoyable and they make life a little more polka-dotted with fun. Yee! It’s my increasing oblivion to my own sound effects that troubles me. Sigh. After all, the enjoyment of experiencing them is lost if I don’t…uh, you know, experience them. Hrm.
Anyhoodlies, I think what I’ll try to do is be a wee more conscious about it. Just to enjoy ’em more. Y’know? Ahhhh…
Oh. But that does seem like a lot of work… Meh.
Well, maybe if I take it just one peep at a time. Dee-duh-lee…Doot-dee-doo… (Mmm! That one was delicious!)
*And the typing out of a fun sound simultaneously satisfies both my devotion to these peculiar utterances and my infatuation with fashioning gratifying spellings of new-ish words! Wheeee!