Noise reduction that’s good for the soul by S N Smith
If you want to know what gets on my nerves most, it’s the constant noise. I am not just talking about the sounds I hear around me on a daily basis, although my tolerance for that is quite low also, but those noises that come with a message. This problem has become even more intense with the advent of social media.
Now I have to tell you I do not own a TV and I refuse to have a cell phone, so in many ways I have been spared. I also listen to very little music and am frugal in my movie watching
Instead, I am a voracious reader. But most recently I had to stay at someone’s home for 2 weeks and they have a TV — three, in fact. I have been channel surfing, watching the odd program here and there, and I feel my IQ has gone down several points, not that is was that high to begin with. The whole thing is utter trash and does nothing to improve one’s condition, and most certainly does not inform or educate.
In fact, it does the opposite.
Why any rational person would even want a TV totally escapes me. And what does TV do for one’s iman? The answer is, it snatches it away without one even noticing it. If one were to reflect for even a moment upon what they are watching on a daily basis, they would turn the thing off and instead pick up a good book or go for a healthy walk. I would go even further and suggest throwing it in the trash where it belongs.
Read the book “Amusing Ourselves to Death” by Neil Postman, first published in 1985, and learn our media, media shapes our lives in so many ways. See if you don’t agree with me after reading this important book.
But now people have cell phones — BTW, I still don’t know how to use one — and they are totally glued to these little monsters, and I find this very disturbing. There is a full fledged addiction in place and many people actually experience anxiety when they are away from their cell phone for any length of time — say 5 minutes. What are people constantly looking at? I don’t have an answer to that question.
But I refuse to walk around like a zombie with my face glued to a piece of hard plastic, because it simply is not natural and in many cases can be outright deadly. I see people, including Muslims, texting while driving all of the time, and it enrages me.
I highly encourage you read, “Irresistible: The Rise of Addictive Technology and the Business of Keeping us Hooked,”by Adam Alter.
Listen to an interview with him at the following url:
I also recently unfriended every single person on my facebook page, including members of my own family, because I was wasting too much time on it. To be honest, I am not that interested in what other people are doing or not doing. Why should I even want to know? Perhaps knowing will make me feel even worse
Let people deal with their own business and I will deal with mine. And if you hold the belief that social media brings people together and creates community, you are sadly mistaken as this is an illusion. Don’t take my word for it, read, “Alone Together: Why We Expect More from Technology and Less from Each Other” by Sherry Turkle.
TVs, cell phones and social are all major sources of noise, and they indeed come with a messag and not always a wholesome one. Why subject myself to something which inflicts harm or causes me inner turmoil when there is already enough taking place in my personal life to cause me distress?
We talk about noise pollution, which is the disturbing or excessive noise that may harm the activity or balance of human or animal life. The source of most outdoor noise worldwide is mainly caused by machines and transportation systems, motor vehicles engines, aircraft, and trains.
But what about that noise that pollutes the soul? This is harder to detect because we live in a society which does little to nourish
the inner self but concentrates more on the material. But we can, if we so choose,disconnect from these things so that we can reduce the noise levels in our daily lives. In turn, our inner selves, which are under-nourished, can feed on something more wholesome and uplifting. We obsess about others inflicting harm on us, but we do more harm to ourselves on a daily basis.