For a condition such as what I have, minus the sinus pressure (which is dissipating, to my relief), it's not really silence that I hear every waking moment.
Try and imagine the squealing of brakes but subtract the pain.
That is essentially what I hear constantly.
Like many things, if exposed to an experience enough, one becomes used to it, complacent, and the noise ever present becomes the background to the rest of life. I remember the time before it began, before high school. Occasionally, I self-criticized myself for being stuck in a musical bubble, not listening to anything new unless it was new from particular artists in the 90s. I don't self-criticize to that degree anymore because I can like what I like and forget any one else's opinions. I did realize that perhaps the reason why I have stuck with certain music for so long was not just because I found new messages in their songs as a grew older, but also it was the music I listened to before I started to lose my hearing.
Having that said, while hearing aids have been undoubtedly beneficial for me in the long run, appreciating Silence and being comfortable with your own thoughts is a fine thing to hold dear. Some may call it a type of Introversion, but I've always felt the stereotypes around introversion were odd. Often, I switch between being energized by socialization or needing that time to myself to recharge; it really depends on the group of people I am with.
I don't think many people are comfortable with their own thoughts.
Think about it.
-D
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