Connecting the wrong sounds                                   02/22/22
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I reached in  the fridge and took  out a carton of almond  milk. I was
going to  have some  cereal, you see,  a mix of  raisin bran  and rice
Chex... with  the fridge door  still swinging slowly opened,  I looked
over at the bowl and gave the carton a shake.

CRINKLE!

At the very moment when I shook the carton, the fridge door ran into a
half-full 20lb bag of  rice that I had sitting on  the floor nearby (I
hadn't  gotten around  to  putting it  away... for  like  a week.)  Of
course, I didn't realize this right  away; my brain had connected that
sound (it was near enough) with the shaking of the milk carton, and so
I jumped out of my skin a little  and stared at the carton in my hands
to see what in the world was wrong with it.

Perhaps there is a name for this  sort of thing. There should be. This
isn't' the  first time  it's happened, just  the most  recent example.
From time  to time this  happens to me, when  I do something,  and the
resultant sound isn't  what I expect. It's  alarming and disorienting.
It can make the world feel alien, all in a moment.

Is it  a big deal? Nah,  it's just one  of those little things  that I
experience  as I  go through  life.  Barely worth  mentioning at  all,
really. And  that's why I  thought to write  it down here.  Because in
gopherspace, I never feel like I can't write something small.

Have an  awesome March  friends, I hope  you encounter  something that
makes you jump out of your skin a little, and feel alive.