Noise Nation: It feels like the whole world is in my bedroom

The pitter-patter of raindrops splashes on my bedroom window, as the unruly racket of disobedient children screaming and shouting from the top of their lungs playing outside in the rain leaves me feeling maddened and infuriated inside. Within these four walls should lay my sanctuary of serenity, but when my window is open, it feels like the whole world is in my bedroom.

Noise pollution or noise disturbance is the disturbing or excessive noise that may harm the activity or balance of life. Humans can be very inconsiderate and life in a highly populated metropolitan city can be stressful, especially if you tend to despise humanity and just want peace and tranquillity. Car alarms going off into the early hours, music from house parties vibrating your bedroom walls, dogs barking and howling into the night, how is anyone supposed to get a decent night’s sleep with so much racket and distraction?

It feels like I am living in the centre of the universe when I am in my bedroom. The commotion of the autistic boy constantly clapping and groaning until the early hours leaves me irritated and wound up as I try desperately to catch a thousand winks. Clapping and groaning, clapping and groaning until the drums in my ears explode. The shrieking and the yelling from high-pitched squealing children camped outside my bedroom, it’s days like this when I wish I could just go outside and rip out their vocal chords.

The local chavs loitering outside under the flickering of streetlights until the early hours, envisioning the outside of our house to be a jam packed football stadium full of louts and hooligans. The thumbing sound of a bouncing football hitting the concrete paved road and onto the side of our house, each thunderous bounce rocking the very foundation of this brick built foundation that we call home. Quoting the works of William Shakespeare, they are certainly not as the cursing sound of profanity leaves their filthy mouths like empty boxes of Chicken Cottage littered on the floor and into the break of dawn.

The sound of Police Helicopters hovering over my roof drowns out the sound of my TV, when all I am trying to do is watch The Walking Dead in bed and in peace. Why do people talk so loudly I can never quite tell, as I hear every precise detail of their pointless conversation as they walk past where I live.

So I shut my bedroom window to keep out all the screeching and howling, I just want to be left alone with my own imagination and peace of mind. It feel’s like whole wide world is in my bedroom, when all I want to do is be alone and live inside my head.