When I was a kid, my mom used to run the vacuum cleaner, and the noise would bother me so much that I would run into the woods to calm down. I feel like that vacuum cleaner has been on since I moved to New York City.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I was frustrated as a child when I had to use a vacuum. It had a screaming noise and the smell of stale dog and a lack of performance.
I love to vacuum. There's just something so satisfying about hearing detritus sucked up into a vacuum. Sand makes such a great sound when being vacuumed off a hardwood floor.
If I walked into the kitchen without washing my hands as a kid, I'd hear a loud 'A-hem!' from my mother or grandmother. Now I count on other people to do the same.
I'm actually really good at vacuuming, and I don't even mind it so much. I hate dusting with a passion, and I am not a fan of tidying up, but vacuuming I can do. And mopping floors: I'm not bad at that, either.
If I could make noise with anything, I was going to.
The day I worry about cleaning my house is the day Sears comes out with a riding vacuum cleaner.
Noise is a parasite. Anything noisy is poorly designed.
When you hear extraneous noise, they are bored in some way, so it makes me upset. Even coughing, I find, is passive-aggressive, usually.
I get such a buzz out of cleaning closets.
I've always been surrounded by children - never bothered by their noise.