Pornography of My Inner Universe
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You Saying Something?!

By Wild Ice
The more I get engaged with my music, the more I let myself thwarted from keeping it in my ears in the near future. Last night, as I celebrated a surprise visit to our friend Jam's apartment with my cirque of friends, a predictable thing happened: my earphones once again were murdered by the serial killer named Fate. I was trying to look at a photo of Jam and her boyfriend as I leaned forward across the table when my earphones stuck on my collar grabbed (I swear this one is not personification) her Coca Cola glass from the table and dropped it on my lap. Nobody was hurt when the glass crashed but my earphones; It's right earphone was gaping on me.
No more listening to my music if only one side of my ears receive it. But at some point, maybe Fate is trying to save me from my future regret once the time comes I become deaf. Lately, I noticed that whenever I talk to people who are not more than two feet away, I usually fail to comprehend their spoken words. Yes, I'm partly deaf (self diagnosed). Eversince I was in high school I had a poor hearing condition and it only worsened when I bought earphones for my MP3 player.
There are two effing reasons why this occurs to me:
1. I love not just hearing the music but also FEELING it as if it were touching my whole body. I fulfill this guilty pleasure by keeping the volume up to 80% of the bars. With that way, I am able to create a force field that keeps me partially from the danger of everyday's music (which in here is translated as the terror of vehicle horns blowing, the stupid things people say that gets into your nerves, or the music that you dare not hear or else you'll die).
2. I love upbeat tracks. 90% of my music library are upbeat tracks which tend to wake up my nerves with their heavy bass, nerve-wracking synthesizers, teeth-grinding treble and danceable beats. I am not a sentimental person, I love to be kept moving so I make sure I am instructed to shake my booty most of the time.
Before, there were earphones invented with safety circuitry. This is some sort of safety measure with the ability to limit the volume by giving a warning to the listener once the volume reaches a dangerous intensity. It was phased out because people prefer to have their own choice of volume. "To hell with that! We want to grind our ears with the volume we prefer! We will nev... What?! You saying something?? What?"
Also, in 1983, there was this Safelite line produced by Koss for cassette players which had these lights that give warning once the volume level becomes dangerous. But it was not much used by the public so, whatever happened to that? Oh, and you kids might want to ask, what are cassette players? Never mind.
There are results I met in the Net about what would happen if I continue abusing my ears. One of the risks given is having a tumor in my cranial nerve if I continue such abuse for two years. I'm scared of tumors and I don't want to lose my hearing and risk my balance (a function of the cranial nerve). Another risk is high blood pressure. Well, that figures my being... me. Do I need to explain? Kiss my.....
Advice is that the volume level should not exceed from 60% of the potential volume. I've tried this a few weeks ago, but I was back with my manner after one week. Another advice is to only use your earphones along with your music for only an hour a day. I'm scared of tumors. I'm a lot scared of the second advice.
As someone who could not let a day pass without music in my ear, this morning, I rushed into the nearest store to grab another headset/earphone. It was as good as the recent earphone's quality. Now all I have to do is be disciplined; self satisfaction can be unhealthy at some point. One thing I can be sure of is that my ears are never really as maltreated as the otologists think it is because I make sure I don't listen to any Willie Revillame nor Piolo Pascual songs.
 

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