I hate noise. It doesn’t matter if it’s the high-pitched screams of kids playing outside or the phony concerned voices of loud news anchors, they all make me mad. Same with the relentless humming of construction machines doing maintenance on the road outside and the repetitive hum of tires against cobblestone when cars are passing on said road; with every inch of my body, I hate them. I hate the obnoxiously invasive sound of vacuum cleaners and the piercing cries of industrial grinders. Whenever I hear any of these sounds, I want to scream and throw things at this invasion of my existence.