Someone outside (of course) was just honking and honking his horn. Not only did I notice it, but it was pretty bothersome. And yet… my aunt Gladys lived in a building that was in the middle of a diagonal (which meant that several streets met around it). Cars were always going by and honking their horns – as they do in Argentina. And yet, I barely noticed. I never thought of the place as particularly noisy, at least after being there for a few days. It’s amazing how we get accustomed to ambient noise, even when it’s not constant.
The other day Mike asked me if the construction noise from across the street bothered me. In actuality, I hadn’t even noticed it (though I did at some point later, when I was trying to watch TV, and I closed the door). Perhaps I’m just too self-involved 🙂