Despise and get physically ill hearing people eat and chew their food. I seriously have gotten up and left because I want to punch them in the face and say you are disgusting despite the fact you aren't doing this on purpose. I also purposely eat after my kids, so I don't have to hear them.There is actually a name for this condition but I can't remember it.
Love, oh so much love, the sound of a big box fan on the highest loudness setting it goes to. Instant sleepy time feeling. Calming. Drowns out the world for the night. Perfection.