1) I will literally, without thinking, turn and glare at people if I can hear them chewing. I don't even notice I'm doing it sometimes.
6) If I have the option, I will half-run out of a room with an upset baby. Looking inconsiderate is better than the thoughts that hit my mind.
Living on a campus, I'm getting accustomed to various levels of singing, OOOHHHH-ing, laughing, and distant music, but I seriously lost my stuff about it a few times in the fall term.