Sometimes on my days off I like to rest. It usually irks me how the firemen, whose station is five feet from my house, are always noisy as hell. Not just a little loud. They yell commands at each other all-day long at the top of their lungs, use these infuriating whistles and megaphones to communicate, etc.
[That's the station right outside of my house.]
It's like an opera of shrilling for hours. I've been bothered by this for about a year. I started to suspect that I had Misophonia: it's when you get pissed off to a point near violence over random sounds around you such as the repeated clicking of a pen.
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And there's nothing I could do about this issue because this is how firemen train in Japan.
So, I've put up with the problem and been silently angry.
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Minutes ago, the fire alarm was going off. I live in an old three-story hotel renovated into a huge house. Imagine how loud that had to be. Ringing on every floor.
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The solution: I walked outside and waved my arms at the firemen. The team marched inside to check the house.
They thoroughly searched and told one of my share mates that a detector caught a whiff of smoke. They didn't know which one. But they're right outside in case there's a problem.
Future reference, instead of getting angry about those fire dudes training outside, I'll learn to appreciate them more.
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