The Darth Vader within Essay
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Why do we breathe? To stay alive of course. The main substance that we benefit from breathing is oxygen which is necessary for the body, the heart, the brain and the blood. Without enough oxygen, we don’t live long, hence the reason behind breathing! In general, everyone has a pet peeve, some people get irritated by wearing underwear; others get bothered by taking a shower; and, many other strange irritating quirks that may seem absolutely normal to one person but be extremely infuriating to someone else.
You know what irritates me?! Get ready for this.. Nothing irritates me more than people who breathe loudly, as if they just ran a 15 kilometer marathon. Breathing is not a difficult process, all you need to do is inhale and exhale oxygen again and again. It’s not algebra; it’s breathing! So why in the name of God do people have to breathe so loud? Like seriously!
I think I have made it pretty obvious, that I really detest when people breathe loudly.
The noise of someone breathing is so annoying. I just can’t take it, like we know you’re alive, no need to remind us 13 times a minute, 780 times an hour and definitely not 18720 times a day. I understand if you breathe loudly because of a medical condition, but if that’s not the reason then you must need help! Some people may say that I have a psychological disease called misophonia, but really it’s only a symptom. Misophonia, which means hatred of sound, is a neurological disorder that has been triggered by anger, disgust, hatred and other similar causes. People that have misophonia are sensitive to sound like chewing, slurping, breathing and other noises made from the mouth. Thinking about it maybe I do have it.
I believe that the first signs where visible during my early childhood, this all started when I was about 6 years old. There was this old man, who was a family friend, his name was George and every time he would see me, he would always pick me up, give me kisses on each cheek and try to converse with me. There’s something that always agitated me when I would see this man. He had thick eyebrows, a lot of facial hair (too much for an Arab man) and seriously bad breathing. You could imagine what he looked like and what he smelled like, but let me tell you it’s not the way he looked or smelled that bothered me, I realized it’s the way he used to breathe!
His breathing was so loud you could hear it from the other side of the world, and I realized he sounded like Darth Vader. Every time he would give me a kiss on the cheek I could feel his hot, humid breath on my face. I was so disgusted, and annoyed. I believe that is where it all started, that is when I got traumatized. Now every time, I hear someone breath loud, his face comes to haunt me.
This has been affecting me for years.. To demonstrate my disgust, a great example: My “amazing” younger brother, knows that I hate when people breathe loudly. So he decides to do it on purpose just to annoy me which gets me so aggravated. I feel like taking him and chocking him so hard. Well not literally, well maybe a bit. It’s not like he does it once in a blue moon; oh no! He always does it, every time he’s sitting beside me, he decides to start breathing loud, not normal loud, BUT LOUD! I’ve just started to ignore him, because the more I get mad the more he does it. Anyways, I’ve developed an internal breathing identifier. Whenever a person breathes loudly, I get a warning message from my brain saying ALERT! ALERT!
This helps me indicate what kind of breathing my brother or any other person will have; so that I can escape very fast when I find out if this persons has loud breathing. That way, my brother will never be able to do it on purpose or annoy. It kills me inside when I hear the noise of someone breathing loudly, it gives me the worst feeling in the world and I just wish I was deaf. Not only does my brother breath loudly, but he comes close to me and breathes on my face, which triggers the memory of good old, harry, smelly George. Imagine having someone breathe on you and all you feel is this hot disgusting feeling with all the little particles of spit slowly floating towards your face. I don’t think anyone would like to have this happen to them. But hey that’s my brother for you.
Tell me how this makes sense, people seem to be able to breathe through their nose when they have their mouth full, so why not be able to breathe from your nose all the time? It might be rude to say but it’s the truth. Then again their breathing could indicate perhaps that their nasal passages are obstructed or inflamed. The other day, I was sitting in class and the person next to me was breathing so loud that I could not concentrate anymore and it distracted me the whole period.
All I was thinking in my head was “When is this person going to stop breathing? When’s this class going to end?” At the same time, it’s not like I don’t already think of this when I’m in class, I always think of it! The noise is just the most aggravating thing, you know the sound of someone scratching the chalk board with their nails?! Well, that’s the feeling I get when I hear someone breathing loud.
When people breath loudly it kind of puts me in panic mode, because it sounds like something is happening to them, like they’re having an asthma attack, or dying?! But it turns out that they are just breathing away happily! Which is scary because then you would never know if this person is breathing normally or something is happening to them because in both ways it sounds the same. There’s nothing that drives me more insane with frustration than these impolite, annoying, noisy, irritating, loud breathing people.
So I’ve learned that I can’t do anything about it, like there’s literally nothing I can do to make them stop. In that case I’ve decided to just let them breathe they way they want too and just do the same. When I hear someone breathing loudly, I will start breathing loudly also,, because it will keep me occupied and distracted from that person and instead of hearing them breathe I will hear myself instead. Hearing myself breathe is not something that bothers me, because well It’s something I hear on a daily basis.
Hey guess what ? my explanation of my pet peeve is going to have to come to an end. I know it’s really sad but it’s life. As you can see heavy breathers is something that I can’t tolerate and I’m a person that can tolerate lots of stuff, but this annoying noise gets me so mad. Hearing someone breathe is the most disturbing thing, and it’s not like I can go tell a person to lower the volume on their loud breathing, that’s just rude. There’s nothing I can do about it so I will just breath loudly with them. It’s the only solution my friends. I think that to get over your pet peeve, you have to do your pet peeve, because no one can be annoyed of themselves, am I right? Unless your depressed, sad, pessimistic and unhappy than you’re good to go. Well I think you have heard enough about my pet peeve. I hope I did not bore you and I am
truly hoping that you, who is reading this paper is not suffering from a pet peeve, know as essays!