Rants; A Tale Of Epic Annoyance

Silence

I can't work in it.
I can't read in it.
I can't draw in it.
I can't drink or eat in it.
I CAN'T HANDLE SILENCE.

For as long as I've breathed air on this planet, I've had an issue with silence.
No matter what, I can't deal with it.
If I find it to be silent, I'll turn on music, I'll talk, I'll throw something.
I CAN'T HAVE SILENCE.

Now, most would think that it's a social thing.

"Oh, you just don't like to be alone."

That's not it; I love being left to my own devices.
It's just that I can't have it be completely quiet, unless I'm completely engrossed in something that takes away from the fact that it's ridiculously quiet.

Why does this bother me?

I get inside my head too much.

I let myself think, and not in a good way. This is the biggest reason as to why my sleeping patterns are so jumbled and messed up.
I think waaay too much.

I start contemplating my life and the people around me when it's quiet, and I'll literally make myself uncomfortable with myself when my mind drifts.

It absolutely sucks, because then I start to read into everything ever said to me, and I freak myself out.