Total silence sounds like a trap to me. Give me a loud radio and a crowded break room over a quiet truck cab any day. When it's too quiet my brain just fills the space with dumb stuff, like replaying arguments I had five years ago or wondering if I locked the shop door. Noise keeps all that junk pushed down where it belongs. The silence thing might work for monks, but for regular folks it just turns up the volume in your own head. Bet you were ready to talk to the ham sandwich by Friday.

Wait, he sent you the wrong way and you still got there faster? That's the kind of dumb luck I never get at a bus stop.

Kept doing the same thing with my bathroom mirror, must have wiped it down 4 times a day without even noticing. Now I just hit it once in the morning and let the spots live their life.