Escapades & Making Noises of Life
Last weekend was such a great escapade. I went to NJ for the weekend and stayed at a friend's parents' home. Her parents were out of town. I really enjoyed the central AC, outdoor jacuzzi, bright lights, and cleanliness. For once I could walk around and sit down anywhere without worrying about cat hair ending up on my clothes. I loved curling up underneath a thick comforter and just sleep comfortably throughout the night. It sure beated my ratty old mattress and blanket at home. As for the jacuzzi, it was heaven. What was funny was that we couldn't figure out how to turn it off. It had one of these electronic control panels, and we were pressing away trying to turn it off. It was getting late in the night, and we were worried about the noise possibly disturbing neighbors. We had no idea if the hot tub was noisy or not. In the suburbs, you really do need to consider noises at late hours unlike parts of NYC.
Off the point a bit here... My mother taught me to be conscious and considerate about different noises I make that hearing people can hear. To her, it was a way of being polite and considerate of others. I agree with not smacking your lips in front of hearies and so on out of respect and manners. Other than that, who cares? It's nice to just celebrate the noises of life. Sometimes I wish I wasn't aware of such things so I could just enjoy doing things more. I feel bad for hearing people sometimes because they hear things that might bother them. We just enjoy things more peacefully and often see more beauty that others might overlook. And, there are visual eye noises for us. I'm constantly surprised with finding out how much and what hearing people hear, take for granted, or just don't think about. For example, I was shocked to learn that people sometimes know when a woman is wearing a pad because the pad makes friction noises with the underwear and/or clothes, especially pads with wings. I was temporarily mortified and wondered who knew every month when I had my period cuz my pads were making friction noises. I kinda felt violated with the idea that my privacy was lost thru pad making music with my clothes. The way I found out about this noise didn't help either. I was at someone's home one night when attending an event that week. She's a close friend of mine. She made a joke about how I was noisy and all that. I asked her waht she meant. She was like... oh I can hear your pad when you walk and sit down. This led to a great discussion about what the heck hearing people do hear (G to X-rated) and how much in proximity it took for them to hear something. Since my friend signed, she was able to exemplify how things sounded through expressions. I told her about a story a CODA once told me. The CODA's mother got hearing aids for the first time as an older adult. The mother went to a public bathroom one time. The CODA was puzzled why her mother took forever in the bathroom. Mother came out and asked CODA why she never told her that you could hear people going to the bathroom. Mother was shocked at hearing people peeing and pooping in neighboring stalls. Since learning about that, I admit I've become "pee-shy" in small bathrooms with few stalls, especially if I am aware that other hearing people are there. I just like the privacy of not having others know my business in the ladies room. It didn't help that the CODA told me how she knew coworkers' tendencies. It was too much information and inappropriate, in my opinion. I'm glad that we are deaf. This reminds me of a question someone asked me few weeks ago. Out of the blue, this hearing interpreter asked me why deaf people often were quiet during sex. It drove him nuts because he said that part of making love was the noise that contributed to the excitement. I raised my eyebrows and sighed as my eyes widened. This led to another great discussion about noises and noise-making. The world sure is full of noises.
Back to last weekend.
On Friday, we went to the Woodbridge Shopping Center with the plan of checking out one store. We ended up shopping all night. I noticed that suburban malls tend to have better lighting and sometimes selections. The sales were great. If not for the closing hour, I would have shopped more. Saturday was devoted to just reading and working on papers all day. On Sunday, we headed into the city for Dave and Jasper's wedding at Central Park South. About 20 deafies showed up to witness their wedding. It was a mass gay wedding. Dave & Jasper were beautiful. It was also a great vee-vee opportunity seeing who the other couples were who got married. Mmmm. Afterwards, just headed to a deli for lunch and ended up talking for a long time. Missed the beginning of the pride march with the dykes on bikes leading the march. Nonetheless, made it in time to see hot latinas dancing on floats. Mmm! Left early because my mind was on the final papers and was also turned off by the inconsiderate self-centered tall gay men who kept on walking in front of everyone and blocking other people's views of the march. Aside from that, I enjoyed the spirit of the march and just being amongst such fun pride. I'm always interseted with who show up to watch the march, so I was looking at the crowds along the march route. Left the march early and headed for NJ to focus on my finals. Upon returning to the NJ house, I focused on schoolwork all night. Got up early on Monday to catch the train into the city.
This is the last week of the Summer I semester grind. I'm going to celebrate this weekend. That's for sure. Summer II semester will be less demanding. I sure am loooking forward to that one week break at the end of August. And I'll officially be halfway thru my graduate studies by then! Hurry up, May 2005! I miss having a regular paycheck, occasional sleep-ins, going out sometimes, and reading just because I wanted to read. Being a full-time grad student has been a rich experience and has its benefits tho. Sometimes it's important to remember that things sometimes seem greener on the other side. I'd rather think that both sides are green with the occasional brown spots and bumps. It's up to you how you want to address these spots and bumps or let alone view them.
This reminds me of Dr. Seuss' book, "Oh the Places You'll Go!" I read this book before high school graduation. I got it as a HS graduation gift. Since then, I've occasionally read it and appreciate it more each time. It's a great analogy of life.
Gotta get back to my papers.