Recent Musings:
She wants to roll in academia!
Ring the bells, ring the bells.
Saturday, January 6, 2007
I used to love hearing church bells as I drove through a neighborhood; I'd even turn off my car radio and roll down the windows in order to hear them better. The music of church bells would always remind me of a forgotten church hymn and it's words and would suddenly reground and refocus me on the importances of my spiritual life.
Now, well, now I have thoughts of shooting large and destructive bullets at the church bells that ring incessantly on the seminary property on which I live. The chapel with it's bells is only a mere 1,000 feet away and not only do the bells chime the hours on the hour, but at noon and 5 p.m. every day they chime 15 minutes worth of hymns... EVERY DAY. I don't even know where I could shoot to silence the bells, they're all encased behind lattice work and bricks, but the bells have driven me nearly to a point of insanity. I'm not kidding. Perhaps a missile or a bazooka would do the trick...
See, part of this may be what Matt likes to call my 'disorder.' I'm sensitive, hyper-sensitive, in fact. I have a difficult time filtering out stimuli that I can't control, especially noises, and the bells and their consistent dinging have caused more than one overwhelming scenario of rage.
Oh wait - they're still playing! It's 5:21 p.m.! Perhaps it's a special day today - what a treat! Did I mention they also ring on chapel days, Tuesday through Thursday, at 11:30 a.m.? Fabulous! (I hope you've picked up on the sarcasm.)
I guess what I'd like to say, or what I've realized, is that there always can be too much of a good thing. Someone please silence the bells!