I’m so deaf I could sit in a room full of large, sweaty men slurping chicken off drumsticks while making open-mouthed, gruntled dad noises with every gasping breath, and it wouldn’t bother me in the slightest. Well, other than such a room existing, that is.

Teeth.

I work in film post-production. One time, my team needed audio of people eating, so our sound guy recorded us eating our lunch with a really sensitive mic. When I was editing the audio in, it was really gross at first, but I got used to it pretty quickly.

The thing that still haunts me is the really subtle sound of forks hitting teeth. shutters