Listening to myself

In which I stay silent so I can’t hear myself.

Me holding a camera

The Feliciraptor could be very embarrassed on her wedding day, the amount of footage that  we have collected in the last two years is substantial.

More importantly the video and photos are of the moments where she is being funny and silly. We already have enough to make a decent movie that would be cringe worthy for her on her special day.

Of course we won’t use this (although nothing is wrong with suggesting we could) mostly because you can hear Me and Mrs G. Neither of use are keen on re-listening to our voices.

I can quite happily watch myself on old home movies due to a number of factors. One being the quality of sound makes it very difficult to hear a single voice over the analogue noise. Being a kid I was also far enough away from the videographer that the tiny microphones could hardly pick you up.

So my childhood movies are like a silent film with a lot of white noise, like a Buster Keaton watched on an aeroplane. This is the way I like it, fuzzy images and crackle. None of this 40k Quad HD 720 surround sound.

The person I hear on screen is not the person I hear in my head, that variance in sound makes it as though another is talking in my stead. I don’t want to hear my own ramblings let alone someone with a different voice parrot them pack to me.

When I hear myself I get to understand those who would just like me to shut up, I get irritated and I don’t have to listen to myself all day. Looking back at video is no problem, everytime I look in a mirror I see my reflection and this has got me used to the notion of what I look and move like (unless the video is in profile or from the rear).

Hearing myself though? I’d rather not.

What do you find more unbearable: watching a video of yourself, or listening to a recording of your voice? Why?

Source: Can’t Stand Me

Author: geekergosum

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