silence

I hate it, silence. I find it awkward, uninteresting. It's safe to say I could never live in silence. It's why I talk so much, and annoy friends as a result, and for that I'm sorry. But either we talk or I end up listening to music, or singing in my head. Even when I'm going to sleep I need some sort of noise, from the street, or the low buzz of a fan, or music playing from my iPod dock.
I don't do well when I'm on my own, I need music playing, or the telly on. If not I'm liable to talk to the cat, dog, or myself (I'm not sure which one of those is worse, any suggestions?).
But it is a fine line, a sudden noise is likely to send me flailing for a phone, or radio or some other noise-making device in the room until the noise stops. Or it doesn't and I wake up properly to find the cause and attempt to shut it up, which isn't always possible, then I just end up grumpy.
I suppose you could say I am a tough one to figure out, or as I tend to put it: not even I know what goes on in my mind half the time.
Oh, and on a little side note I'm considering starting my own media company to bring together my various bits and pieces that I do. How does 'there be monsters here media ©' sound?
Either way I'm laying claim to it now.
Til next time, see you later