Another anecdote: I was much less bothered by thunder (admittedly, I was distressed rather than panicked) when I found out that there were people who made a hobby of recording thunder. This caused me to listen to it rather than just be upset by the loud noise.
Well, my thunder story isn’t going to help—the hook for me is that thunder is a little different every time.
One of my friends found that after she’d had a meditation practice, she suddenly saw piped music (I’m assuming you mean recorded music played in public places) as a benevolent thing—an effort to make people’s lives more pleasant. This might take a habit of meditation rather than just trying to see benevolence.
You could take a look at the basis of your loathing. Maybe there’s an underlying premise that doesn’t make sense.
Actually that sounds neat. I’ll try to cultivate that attitude. I think the problem is that music (with words) disrupts my (continuous) inner train of thought. To the point where if there’s music in a supermarket I’m much less capable of buying things. I’m pretty sure this problem is much worse for me that for most people (otherwise piped music would be illegal).
But if I’m going to get disrupted anyway, it would be nice not to be annoyed as well. And if I could find a way not to be annoyed that might reduce the disruption.
Another anecdote: I was much less bothered by thunder (admittedly, I was distressed rather than panicked) when I found out that there were people who made a hobby of recording thunder. This caused me to listen to it rather than just be upset by the loud noise.
Hmmm… I’ve got an irrational loathing of piped music. Any suggestions?
Well, my thunder story isn’t going to help—the hook for me is that thunder is a little different every time.
One of my friends found that after she’d had a meditation practice, she suddenly saw piped music (I’m assuming you mean recorded music played in public places) as a benevolent thing—an effort to make people’s lives more pleasant. This might take a habit of meditation rather than just trying to see benevolence.
You could take a look at the basis of your loathing. Maybe there’s an underlying premise that doesn’t make sense.
Actually that sounds neat. I’ll try to cultivate that attitude. I think the problem is that music (with words) disrupts my (continuous) inner train of thought. To the point where if there’s music in a supermarket I’m much less capable of buying things. I’m pretty sure this problem is much worse for me that for most people (otherwise piped music would be illegal).
But if I’m going to get disrupted anyway, it would be nice not to be annoyed as well. And if I could find a way not to be annoyed that might reduce the disruption.
There’s also earplugs, though I agree it’s plausible that getting aggravated adds to the distraction.