I am really loud.
What can I say, I have no volume control. If I’m excited, nervous, intrigued, upset, or basically at all conscious, my voice tends to get very loud, very quickly. Being with me in a confined space such as a moving car can be hazardous to your ear drums.
Shortly after I started living with The Flying Crane I happened to comment on this quality of mine and apologize if she had experienced it firsthand. She admitted she had but that it was okay. “If we’re ever having a conversation and I back up a little, please don’t think I’m not interested in what you’re saying,” she said. “Sometimes I just need there to be a little more space between us while you’re talking.” Noted.
The problem is, I never notice while it’s happening. I’ll be talking to someone standing right next to me and only after they reel from the decibels do I notice that I’m practically shouting into their ears. Years of my Mom telling me to speak softer had no effect.
So today my boss was interviewing a graphic designer and wanted me to speak with her as well since we would be working together a lot. He stepped away for a minute while we were standing in the hallway and I struck up a conversation about the weather to fill the silence. 20 seconds later I hear my boss walking back towards me.
“Shhhhh…,” he whispered, putting his finger to his mouth. “Shhhh…inside voice.”
Sorry, sir, that was my inside voice. You should hear me when I’m shouting.