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Inside if it's nice and quiet and I'm drinking a cup of coffee and then suddenly there's a loud "RUFF" resonating off the walls... it puts me on edge for a good minute.
Likewise. The closest I've come to shitting myself as an adult was recently when my wife knocked over a clothes airer, which made the most cacophonous noise. The effect was roughly quadrupled by the fact that she realised she had knocked it and did that sharp-intake-of-breath thing that is usually reserved for nervous car passengers. That absolutely maximised my sensitivity for whatever was going to happen next (which I couldn't see) and there was then a moment's pause, while the airer teetered precariously, before falling over with a sound like satan throwing his drumkit down the stairs.
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SwissChap
Yeah exactly, I can't help it, my adrenaline immediately spikes. The more, the less noise there was previously, and the less I expect something like that to happen.
Same with my girlfriend's dog: out in the park there's already dogs being loud and I expect it, so I don't mind the barking at all. Inside if it's nice and quiet and I'm drinking a cup of coffee and then suddenly there's a loud "RUFF" resonating off the walls... it puts me on edge for a good minute.