Adventures of Polly

From health care admin to horror movie extra. What's next?

Adventures of Polly - From health care admin to horror movie extra. What's next?

In Defense of Loud Mouths

big mouthLike Gulliver in the land of Lilliput, perspective is key. I’m not a loud talker; you all talk too low. Speak up, for Pete’s sake! Don’t make me lean in and cock my head trying to make out your namby-pamby mutterings.

As with snoring and parsley between the teeth, we loud talkers are blissfully unaware of the problem until someone points it out. Then shamefaced, we purposefully lower our volume to a self-conscious whisper until we inevitably forget the complaint and return to our normal voices.

In a family of loud talkers, I am apparently the Queen, as has been pointed out by my daughter and others. This really raises my hackles and sends me into denial, until I realize they seem to be unanimous.

Having a strong voice is handy for singing. When Don and I performed for Candlelight Service, he took along an amplifier for his guitar to match my volume. It was not the first time he told me I did NOT need a microphone.

Well, it’s time to stand up for loud mouths. People seem to think of us as uncultured and rude. But consider the great loud talkers of history – Winston Churchill, Franklin D. Roosevelt, Carol Burnett, Beverly Sills, Judy Garland. Pretty much every politician and/or performer.

I don’t know what anatomical anomaly makes us loud. Is it lung capacity, diaphragm strength, vocal cord thickness? Or is it nurture? Growing up with plenty of sibling arguing where the loudest one is right.  Yelling competitions where my cousin Donna could defeat even me?

In my old job, people could hear me speaking through my office phone even though I was standing in the hall 2 doors down. Today I learned that my normal speaking voice can be heard inside a sound-proof, closed-door psychiatrist’s office. I promise I was not practicing hog-calling or arias at work.

So the first item I am adding to what I want in life, is a job where I can speak in my natural volume. Some possibilities are substitute teacher (done that), lumberjack, fighter pilot,  jack hammer operator, rock musician, stockbroker, drill sergeant, housewife, auctioneer, or self-employed.

Do you have any other suggestions? Registered & Protected
Category: Family, Humor, Jobs
  • Donna Benny says:

    You made my morning… I think it must be the Wray side, Dad would always tell me shhhhh, you talk to loud. If you think I talk loud, you should hear my daughter….Polly, you could always drive a school bus like me and talk as loud as you want and the kids still don’t hear ya!! Have a Great Day!!

    January 5, 2012 at 6:25 am
  • Polly says:

    I did talk to Jodi a couple years ago, but I did not notice her volume. If I could get full-time hours and health insurance, I’d gladly consider driving a school bus. :)

    January 5, 2012 at 9:44 pm
  • Mabel Peachey says:

    I think it to Wray’s too Mom (aunt Barb) was alway loud !! I think it missed me but, Renee sure has it.It helps singing in church though.

    January 8, 2012 at 7:30 pm
  • Kimber says:

    I agree with the nurture part. However; since I am an only child I’d have to say it was in competition to be heard over you rather than sibling fights.

    February 21, 2012 at 7:33 pm
  • Polly says:

    I cannot believe you are actually reading my blogs!

    February 21, 2012 at 8:50 pm

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