I ate dinner tonight at an Earl's restaurant. This week has been very unusual in that my husband and I have eaten dinner out four times. For this last meal (and it will be our last meal out for quite a while), we took our son as he is back from camp. It was nice to enjoy a meal together again.
The music in the restaurant was loud. I am not generally a fan of loud music. Really, I'm pretty selective about what noise I have around me at all. Right now, one of my favourite tv shows is on and I have the sound muted. It doesn't take much for noise to become too much for me.
Thinking about the music in the restaurant, my first reaction was that it was a bad thing. I realized, though, that there is some advantage to it. I found it unsettling. Maybe it is good to be taken to a place sometimes where it's more difficult to feel grounded, to feel secure. At home, I can get too grounded and secure. Getting lost in the topsy turvy world created by music helps us leave the world behind. We need that sometimes, I feel.
I still don't enjoy loud music and I still have the sound down on the tv. I understand now, though, that it can serve a purpose. And yes, it is ironic that I went downstairs during the writing of this entry and turned down music that my husband was playing on our sound system. (He had fallen asleep.) Clearly, I do not yet welcome a lot of loud music into my life. But putting up with it during a meal is fine. After all, at least I didn't have to cook. .
JAHD
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