Usually associated with the sound of people eating, but I seem to have developed a sort of situational misophonia which involves a horrible aversion to the sound of people talking. I don't recall the last time I experienced utter silence. The monkeys chatter in my sleep.
In the park this morning at 6 am, a moment of quiet, if not silence, but passable quiet... and then quickly broken by three men on bicycles having a shouting conversation at thirty miles per hour.
I think perhaps that people have grown terribly afraid of losing their voices, not in a laryngitis sense but in the sense of not being heard by anyone, or not being listened to. Their defense isn't to choose what they say more carefully but to talk more often and to connect to talk more often. If they can't connect verbally then they assail social media or texting or the comments sections in news sites.
I, on the other hand, have grown weary of hearing people speak.
But then again, maybe the whole, underlying point of Glossophagia is to be heard. It is, in part, a repository for things that can't stay in my head any longer, but more than that? Ugh...